I can picture us on a couch with the lights turned out. Watching your favourite movie in your parents house. A couple more stories a shiver a shaking. Once not the one outside looking in.
I can picture us on a hill
The one she said we'd always go to
I can picture us actually doing the things we say that were going to
I dont wanna sound way too pretentious
But i think ive found something that no one else has
Its a comfortable kind of feeling in a corner of a room
Its how i can truly be myself when im with you
I used to cry in the laundry
When i walked her home and i walked her home today
But now my laundry is folded
And all of my clothes are put away
It funny how it all happens
The girl i like lives a block or two down the street
I walk a mile to your house
The sunsets slowly blinds me
I picture me writing better songs and walking you home for days end. I can see me pull the posters off my walls and start to know myself again. And i can see me call you when i get sad, and i can see me learn to stick around. I can see me mention death again, but just try and phych us out.
I can picture us taking the 77 to meet a friend that i have met but i know that you havent. He could take us the forest that i still call mine and we look at the house that i grew up in. Looking at the cars off the road, brushing off the snow from on your coat. A old town white fluffed heaven. as soon as i get out of bed.