Your breath hitched with laughter when
you told me that you were scared of dentists and the dark.
When you add pretty girls and starting conversations to the list,
I know you are serious.
I’m no pretty girl, and I start most conversations.
In the mornings, we jump into the lake
and I search your skin for any hint of green.
You don’t want to be my left-hand man,
but you already have the right.
There's this movie that reminds me of you--
It's about this guy, right, who quits his job and heads to New York City.
I would tell you that he eventually realizes he's only running from himself,
but I think you may know something about that.
You had me running around,
way down to the tide and through the dark side.
You didn't want to be my left hand man, and I still followed you.
I guess that all I wanna know is if you're gonna stay awhile,
even just to chat?
I know I'm no Michelle Pfeiffer, but I know some good jokes.
Oh baby, you've got me running down to the riptide.
I don't even mind the dark side,
because once you sang my favourite song and said all of the wrong words,
and I laughed through the lump in my throat.
A ****** poem I wrote 2 years ago directly inspired by "Riptide" by Vance Joy.