A pack of American Spirits,
The thermos is full of brew,
This morning sunrise,
I’m thinking of you,
Packing an extra helmet and another pair of gloves,
I am happy,
Gonna pick you up

When we wheelied,
You held me tight,
Going around corners,
We leaned just right,
Bodies synced,
Dancing in the moonlight
You were the one,
That caught my sight

The helmets are broken,
The bike is too,
I broke it all myself,
Flew over the view,
Now I have this prescription glue,
That makes it hard to chew,
Feels like I have the flu,
And the doctor hasn’t a clue,
Why I’m not yet new,
But I know,
It’s you