On our first date, we kissed in your car. You had this great moon roof, too, so that we could look at the stars. (All the "shooting stars" were just airplanes that we should have been on to far-off places).
Now I have my own car so it never happens much any more, but I really miss that.
Knowing that one path just leads to another, I love getting lost. Knowing that love is just an echo, I love falling in love with you all over again. And again... And again...
I'm going to build you a tree house with all the sweat equity I've saved 'til now so that way we can climb, every day Our garage will be this: our bikes tied to the tree trunk below And we'll keep flowers in dichroic glass pots that we've blown with our very own lips