We stand on the dock,
The sun has set,
But I can see your happiness
Even in the dead of night.
The streetlight's on,
The metal is all rusted
And covered in salt,
And you push me up against it.
The metal cool on my skin,
Cooler than the water
When we dip the tips of our toes in,
Laughing about nothing at all
And I think I can get used to this.
my breakfast cereal used to turn soggy in milk,
and now the flavors blend like a rainbow,
and every time i watch that show,
i wonder what it would be like if i was in your arms,
a black cat crossed the street
as i was speeding down it,
i came to a halt,
but it was already gone.
i guess that it's lucky:
i didn't kill the cat,
but as i stepped out to look where it stood,
Is it so wrong for you to look at me?
Is it so bad to smile my way?
You act like I'm untouchable, a flea,
But yet you kiss me whispers and my hair you play.
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