I have spent hours perfecting the words
to tell you I want to spend the next eighty years
with you
in a stupid white minivan
that's supposedly heading north;
but I can't read maps,
and you can't stand the sound
of the British woman on my GPS...
So we navigate by road signs
and sundials,
somehow we find out way back home.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
I have spent hours perfecting the words
to tell you I want to spend the next eighty years
with you
in a stupid white minivan
that's supposedly heading north;
but I can't read maps,
and you can't stand the sound
of the British woman on my GPS...
So we navigate by road signs
and sundials,
somehow we find out way back home.
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