I've never been too good with titles.

she says tell me about it
and then i finally squeeze out

i can't.
tell me a story.

and for just a minute I can't breathe.
I can't think.
I don't even know how I found that place
but I've been here before.
Actually, I punched that there bathroom door.
Now I feel like i've lost it twice
in the very same place
about ten years to the day.

I'm not quite sure how she does it
but she does it so well.
She turns every damn persons
every one she comes across
she turns everyone's frown upside down.
Easy as that.

It's like, I'm an etch-a-sketch
and she just shakes me alive.

It's like, I'm a lite brite
and she's the colored pegs.

She's got me laughing already
and praying for time to pass a little quicker.

Oops, I think I just forgot to breathe again.

She's got me weavin' in and out of my brain
as though thoughts were traffic cones
and she holds the sign
tells me when to stop and when to just slow down.

She's trying to teach me how to make a long story short
and a short life more than worth it.

It's like, I'm a kid and she's showing me crayons.
This is how you brighten the world.
This is how you hide the greys.

I've never really been a big fan of hold music
but this here,
this is one of those songs that I can jam to.
I can rock out for a while.
Just so long as you remember this:
even at the end of the road
there is no end for us.