We dance in misty thunderstorms
And run through parks at dusk
We laugh until our ribs grow tough
Our promises laced with trust
We sneak into projector rooms
At movies that put us to sleep
We drink ginger ale and suck on cherries
Until the stems grow chalky and bleak
Draping ourselves in pearls, you tell me about your latest conquests
I slather my eyelids in gold
And complain about my heart and my mess
If I were a flame
I guess you’d be my twin
If I were a tree
You’d be my neighboring kin
Like a handful of diamonds
You are sparkling and bright
For when I’m with you
Everything feels just right