Beer stein in your hand,
Filled with coffee to the brim
Slumber so little,
We seem to slumber so little
Darkly lit room
Romance that surprises me

You've got that typical Yards IPA in your hand
So willing to share
I've never met a more generous man.
Its me that walks towards you in the romantic bar
Its me.
Its me that you turn to see
Your face lighting up, how could I forget.
So willing to share, I could get use to this--
You say--your life becoming poetic words
Embodied through vines and whimsical turns

A man with a guitar at the airport sitting next to me
Keeps looking at me
As if he knows something
Maybe its my red eyes or ***** hair
But I wish I could ***** out
How wonderful you are.

Maybe its too soon
Maybe its too quick
And its certainly difficult
When I have love from another breathing down my neck
And I'll be honest, it makes me feel like a ****.
But why fight
Feeling the most wild, on a full moon
God, I use to be so addicted to romantic plight.

Its not fair.
Because I can't just use my words
They don't seem to be enough.
But if I could paint you a portrait
Using only my body
Feeling your magnetic full touch
My skin would shine like diamonds on fire

I am almost wondering
If my words are worth discarding
Honesty and goofiness have taken over my soul
Who knows if expiration dates have come into play
But I don't remember the last time
Someone really saw me.
The way you do.
You generous, mythical man.

Lets go out, lets dance in the crowd
Hair whipping around like a fiery phoenix
Who needs sleep and food?