John Keating: Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is - Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba?
[pause]
John Keating: Mr. Perry?
Neil: To communicate
John Keating: No! To woo women!

[Verse 1]

She wrote me a letter
A thousand million feelings embedded in each letter
I wrestled with each letter, Plucked petals from each letter
Envisioned gentle hands assembling each letter
The heart’s syntax full of errors but it means well
Each line a blue vein where a pen bleeds red
In margins where memories can’t capture
Her curvy figure of speech and the poetry in her swagger
Holding on to moments back-tracked in the past
Cuz faces fade and Snap chats never last
Fast tracked to a path where I could part the sea
And when I think about you R&B runs through my arteries
She said I helped her find beauty again
Smooth skin bruised by aluminum men
Scars deep where self-love is polluted within
Turn that intrusion into lubricant that’s soothing to Peruvian skin
Till we are two pigeons who groove like fuschnickens
Sitting on cables overlooking soup kitchens
Blueprinting this luminous new rhythm till noon hit us
But now were separated by two moons in unison
Broke a time machine just to kiss her goodbye
Boundaries designed by distance and time
So I lick the instrumental like an envelope
Spit the truth, seal it up, stamp it with my heart and soul ps