Pour me some more Malibu and Cream Soda
Jump in the truck let’s go for a ride
Why don’t we go wade in the pool for awhile
Then when we get done there
Let’s get dressed up and cruise the town for the night
Just make sure you have that Malibu on hand for when the cups get empty
I’ll take you anywhere you want to go as you slide a little closer baby
Grab my hand and turn up the radio let’s find ourselves a back road
I know that you’re nervous girl but I can promise you don’t have to be
I can show you the best time of your life if you just let me
Let me just taste those sweet lips of yours
If it’s not what you expected all you have to do is just say so
I’ll back off but I’m not going to lie I’ll be praying that you can’t get enough
Let’s find a place to get lost at and I’ll hold you close to me
What do you say girl let’s lay in the back of the truck and star at the stars
Don’t worry I’ll let you use me as a pillow so it’s not so painful to your head
I’ll keep you warm and safe from all that could be out in the dark
Don’t let it bother you baby I’m right here to protect you
Why don’t you just tell me about your wildest dreams
I’ll tell you anything that you don’t already know about me
Let’s talk about everything we have always wanted to do but never got to
Let me make your wildest dream come true
Come on just take my hand and I promise to show you a good time

I am here
You are there
Yet we both are near
Come that one bit closer
Let all distances disappear

Just bear it with me
We will synchronize
Come respire with me
Let both our lips meet
Hips moving to the beat

Holding back is an impulse for those of us
who spell 'happy' with a question mark.

We are the restless, thinking deeply;
trained to accept a consuming plateau.

We follow theories in patterns so as to clumsily grasp at
a conclusion to poke holes in and a reason to follow it
around again - the upended bicycle wheel spins and
we push ever harder - desperate to find something new;

Words to write or notes to piece together on a
set of strings or keys to show we're here and happy?

A little grain of our forever-doubt to leave behind
after spending lives tracing a question mark;

Weaving a pen around the joy that grows in the
middle of our road to arrive at an empty point.

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The closer you get to something, the tougher it is to see it.