Dusty Old Payphones

To my Dear,

Call your mom, tell her I love her daughter and intend to marry her.

I won't be able to give her the world, but i'll sure try.

Tell your dad i'll take good care of his little girl, and his shoulders will be free of one girls tears now,

And tell him his woman can now return to being the most beautiful one in his world.

Cos you're mine.

Start buying barbies now baby, coz we're having a girl. I've told you all about her already. She'll have your hair and your eyes and your smile. She'll have my patience and the same kindness I have with those who aren't you.

Call the realtors of your choice and pick where ever you want for us to spend the rest of our lives together babe, while you do that i'll call the world from a dusty old payphone and tell them there's a girl out there that it should know about.

Because she's the love of my life.

Another Cigarette and Another Daydream

I love the way your eyes shine.

And the smile your lips make

Even when they're dry.

I love the way the lights flash after dark.

And how you lay your head on my chest when we lay down to look at the stars.

I love the way your hair tickles my nose.

We've been floating about with no recollection of the past.

I love the way saying I love you feels.

I can't believe the fun I have with you.

Even when we're far. But it's okay.

I've been happy, encouraging children to jump into puddles.

Encouraged to live a little more, care a little less.

I love the way we worry about the details.

At night it gets quiet, and we get a little closer.

Always trying your best to make me happy.

I love the way you always do.

From over the hill I see the distant lightposts.

I love the way they go in rows down lonely streets.

But lonely isn't so anymore, now that you're around.

I love the way everything seems more alive now.

Another cigarette and another daydream.

I love the way you get me thinking without words.

We keep it simple and plain without much effort.

I love how you're worried right now thinkin i'm sad when i'm happy.

New Years

I want you to know that, you make me happy.

That if you can't cook, I don't mind pretending it tastes good.

If you need someone to keep you from being alone, i'm here.

I'm slowly running out of words to tell you how much I love you.

I can't find slow songs with sweet lyrics, I wish I could.

I wish you were here, sometimes I miss you more than usual and it makes my soul a little restless.

Sometimes I wish I could be the first thing you see everyday when you wake up.

I want to be able to write pages and pages and pages.

To assure myself that you won't find out about the lack of words and notice i'm improvising, and think i'm just forcing myself to do this.

I've told you before, I don't feel obligated to do anything.

And if i do it, it's simply because I love you.

I want to show you the world from time to time.

Not because i'm curious about it, just because I want it to know i'm me and you're you and no one could ever make me happier.

This is the year we wont be so far away anymore. The year you'll always have someone who's the for you, the year I've found everything I need in my life. It might be the year we marry, it might be the year we live together. It might be the start of our lives.

It might be a couple of laughs, it might end with getting mugged in Copacabana.

Whatever it may be i'm just glad you'll be in it.