You are so summer. You are baskets of wild flowers and dew drops on grass leaves. The scent of peppermint carried steady on a soft wind - that's you. Stranded in the palm of your hand: a glass shipwreck - I am stuck like tired eyes on candleflames. You are so late nights; early mornings, pastel shades of rising skies. Paint me lilacs and baby blues. Picture me in the pink of spring under satin dresses; silk songbirds singing breezes, sewing seeds. Wrap me up in cold arms while I wrap you in the warmth of dusk. You make the sunset blush every time you step out of your car. I watch you wipe the dust off the horizon in a single brushstroke, I am in love with the view. My veins are filled with sunshine that spills from the stereo.
You can't take me home if I make a bed in your fingerprints.