Let's say we go one more round.
So we can forget the up-hills. And the down.
Let's say we forget that downtown's a long way from here.
So let's go slow.
Let's flow into a river that floats downward.
Make the world shake and quiver in silence.
Make me one last promise, one last time.
To hold your hand. To be reminded of the surprise I gave you.
I love you.
But for you, it wasn't enough.
It wasn't enough. Even though I tried, and I tried on one knee, to make you see.
That I am not a perfect canvas of colour.
I'm just mistaken, like all the other girls you've had in your room.
The bedroom was your favourite part.
Because then,
.. so when I tell you that I love you, you'll believe me.
You'll cross the road, wearing your heart on your sleeve for me.
Something done all the time. We're reeling in the lines of our fishing pole.
And I was grateful you'd choose me. Even if there was something better, or faster or hotter then me.
I'm not the best looking I'll admit. But my heart lies on the end of your pen. You're writing and designing on these mountains I've been climbing for years.
And it only takes a second to realize maybe I was wrong. I was young once.
Glancing at your pretty eyes. And your soft hands.
Just thinking to myself if I could ask you the question.