Hands slipping into lace
I could wrestle you into a place
Where maybe neither of us, leave in the end
But even as I get caught up in sighs
Moments of us working side by side
Mathematics and screenplays
What is this?

But a friend is looking for a subletter
In the little old town of Chicago
She told me, today
Where I begin, again
I replay our moments and laugh to myself
In the public eye
But I fly on,
Debutantes and brothers
Braided hair, gin and tonic in hand.

I am not really sure what it is
You really see when you look at me
Adventure, frivolity, possibility
But I--I...
We can argue all day
Because you love the banter
But I roll my eyes and have to say

Come take me away.