You get me daisies and white lilies and red roses
You say you just felt like picking them on the way home
You write me letters, oh, you know how I’m weak for letters
Filled with every line, every word, every stroke of your mind that I will never be tired of unfolding
You call like we were in an early 2000s rom com
You say you just wanted to hear my voice
You make the crying sky turn into beautiful tears of joy as we dance through the night,
our laughter drowned by the rumbles and flashes of the storm
You become decades older just so that you can be mesmerized by my jazz and classics
You say you like them because I like them
You learned how to be delicate with the strings of the guitar and the keys of the piano so you can perform for me
You look over every time we’re in the car
I tell you to focus on the road
You never question when I flood the house with tears
You hold me tightly without a word
You constantly give me piggyback rides
You say I need to get over my fear of heights
You always find me in the midst of a crowd
Your eyes light up every time
You take me to silent parks
We watch the painted clouds and the falling stars in awe

I’m waiting for the flowers to reach my grasp
I’m writing the letters to my loves
I’m afraid to call
I’m watching the clouds cry from indoors
I’m playing my jazz and classics in silence
I’m looking out the windows of the car I can’t drive
I’m hugging myself as I flood the bathroom with tears
I’m still afraid of heights
I’m always lost in the crowds
I’m watching my favorite painted clouds
I’m wishing on every fallen star for you

But you’re not in my grasp–never were
But I’m still waiting
whoever you are
I guess that’s why they call me hopeless
a hopeless romantic