Will the weather be okay today?
Will you need me when the skies are gray?
I want you to dream of wanting me,
I'll hold you and kiss the hours away.
What's the point of being busy?
I'll hold you until my brain decays.
Will the crowds be in the park today?
Will we join 'em or will we just stay,
kissing lips until our tongues are dried?
And I can't spit out what I've been dying to say:
"Pretty girl I lay beside,
I'll hold you until my brain decays."
It might not be long.