These nights under construction,
My body is sore.

I ride my bike home through the dark,
The headlights **** past
And underneath me the world is making its slow rotation into the future.

I take my heavy legs off my bike and make light noises in the dark
But in my silhouetted skull thoughts of her are buzzing.

The girl who's loving me a few towns over
Loving me even in her sleep,
Telling me I
Am what she needs.

Will I ever give my songs to waiting crowds, I don't know
Or write a book that strikes a flame in the halls of history?

Either way, the ones behind my webcam know what I'm capable of.

But it's the girl that makes it right,
She is so cute, so passionate,
So honest in her love
And my trembling hands see an opportunity to make just this one thing right.

So even if it's only ever that, it'd be more than enough.

The night digests me and confirms the wrinkles already setting in my 24-year-old face
As I wander around my parents' house and slowly decline into sleep.

And you,
You fill my head with such hopes
You make my stomach glow and I feel you curled up next to me
Your skinny little body--
I love kissing your forehead
Before we go to sleep.