sometimes i don’t believe in true love
but i haven’t witnessed an elderly couple
dancing in the kitchen with a whisk and a fork
and hands together like swans locking necks
will i know once i’ve fallen in love?
will i be ignorant to the feeling?
will i brush it away like extra hair?

i desire to dance in the moonlight with the vinyl in the background singing ever so sweetly
expectations are hard to shake
and i still want your hands in my hair
and your heart in my hands
sometimes i don’t believe in true love
and sometimes i do
and sometimes i wish i felt it with you