you ask me about my dreams through the rear view mirror and making me realise that to give me success you had to let me go, flooding me with endearing idioms when your eyes look behind I'm there in an elusive way telling me that I'm your weakness through old-sounding playlists in a new-smelling car and I'm making you laugh as sweet as artificial strawberry over coffee in a part of the city that you don't know well, the part that I love together we could take this place over, if you like be concerned about where I'm going and how safe I will be, but I am staying, now you know, do not forget I am making you happy but not in a place you need, so from May to December lets go west, far, to where your heart lies
I never thought I would publish this but here we are