Propeller seeds, corridor scene
talk on, walk out
It took me a minute,
my mind was on other things
Oh, but you got me at "Paris"
I must be coming down with
something to be thinking this
What's happening here?
I'm growing roots through my toes!
And leaves from my fingertips, unfurl.
Where does this story go?
(Queue, food, drink up, continue)
We float in tandem,
past name tags and shaking hands
immune to the hubbub of others.
We’re deep in discussion
the party’s on mute.
Our bubble’s got it covered.
You want me? Well, you’ve got me.
It doesn’t have to be today.
I can’t believe I said that out loud.
What's happening here?
I'm growing roots through my toes
and there are leaves from my fingertips, unfurling.
What does this story know?
Wedding rings and children
Are all the good ones taken?
Rickshaw, disco, goodnight kiss
oh, cold shower
calm me for sweet dreams of him
Where does this story go?
What does this story know?
What does this story hold
...for us?
