Sometimes I imagine
Peeling away the defenses you hide behind
Like plucking the petals from a flower
I want to see what's hidden underneath
Let me go on drives with you at 2 am
Listening to a radio station clouded with static
Let me ask you questions
About your childhood, your hopes for the future,
Your thoughts and opinions on everything
From religion and politics to tv sitcoms and pop music
I want to read you cover to cover like my favorite book
And when I'm done I want the floor of my car
To be littered with flower petals