38 makes me write

I walked across a manhattan street today
coming from seeing you
teeth all out
cheeks raised
sun warmin me all over my body

and you
you came back to me
like the present memory you are
had me grabbing for my digi-cam
so I cd capture the things I see in and ‘round every single day
to pair ‘em up with the goodness you gave me

(you) talk slow
I don’t know how long my ears can take
hearing the same question voiced different by you
on a different day
Even if I do like the sound of your talk
I suppose
if exception is to be made this can be it
But how fast my mind does move when you’re in it
Around up
and through what could have
and always have been
not so sweet realizations by me of several others he’s

I’m kind of
leisurely crawling back
on my hands and knees
Cause I still don’t know how to walk
And yes
After 24 years
Falling into 25
You can still call me baby
And be right
Ahh me
But when you kissed me on my cheek
Thoughts came that put me to no certain shame
Cause you don’t bring me any kind of misery
Or ecstasy really
Thought if you want to…

I mean
I guess I’m saying
I don’t really mind repeating myself
as long as when I do I can look in your eyes
and find my little bit of sunshine to stand in