It is a Sunday
I wish that I felt a little bit more
Get up and go
Whiskey drinks turned out quite nice
We ate pizza into the colorful lights
I am completely myself
Because I see I must.

I bought the extra large t-shirt
A sunflower right on it
You pulled it up and off of me
Giving your skin your heart
To me, sighing in a variety of octaves
I croon your name.

When you have to go it's like my story goes a little bit quieter
You have such a generous energy
With a grounding, an appreciation for wit, conversation
You wondered if I was real
You wondered if I was real
You said
Are you real?

We held hands like it was no big
Like this was just the thing
Eating eggs by the window
Nachos late at night
It's been so long
It's been so long.

I extend my arm, my hand
While focusing on the pattern of my own foot steps
No rush
There's no rush
But the way you look by me
Is pretty exciting.