I mistook you for a glass,
When I poured all my love
Into you

reciting dead poets
with your
cigarette hanging loose from your lips.

honey, you're my type of guy

my abdominal cavity
is an iron bird cage

filled with flutters
when I lay eyes on you.

I've got I've got sand in my pocket
from yesterdays sunny nooner.

does the reflection of your eyes,
when you take the last sip of your coffee,
look just as sad as mine?

Meet me in Santa Barbara baby
where the weather is always warm
Meet me in IV where I drink and party all night long

If it's not too late we can lay on the die table and star gaze
We'll laugh and cry and I'll tell you I love you, all tongue tied

Meet me in Santa Barbara baby
The American Riviera
Where love can be sweet and gold by the coast.

You tell me that the present moment is over.

The arguments
The disappointment
The expectations
The anger that rages
Followed by tears that make it hard to swallow

The present moment is over when the company in no longer enjoyed.