It's the easiest thing to do
Sitting on a red cushion
To a red sofa
To a put-together living room

Bachelor pad this isn't
And that's okay
It's home.

Past that, it's the realization
That there's more to write
Always more to write.

I'd honestly prefer to write on physical paper
However, my pad and pen I left long ago
Well, a day ago

And as the air whispers summer
And the breeze tickles senses
I wish I had a cup
A cup full of black, caffeinated bliss
And I'd look toward the air,
And whisper back, "I love you."

I know You'll hear it.