Next time all will go as planned,
I'm looking for a brownhaired freckled mess
and I'm sure as hell not settling for any less,
at first she is a plane unmanned,
but when I have come along
she'll turn into the perfect chaos of a song.

I'll learn the tabs and learn to sing
We'll sit together, the season after spring,
just sit and lean and watch a scene,
as love is growing on and off the screen.
She loves me for my actions and my jokes
doesn't care for buff and bluffing blokes.

One who will be worth the effort
the one
who stays.

She starts, I start, we started something to make it last.
She will be my last.