It's all stop signs,
It's all lines that shouldn't be crossed.
It's all interpretations that have been lost in translation.
Even when the meaning is embossed on something that redefines stop signs.
Something that erases and redraws lines for all the times curiosity gets the better of us.
But until it gets the best we test the lines.
Until it gets the best it's all stop signs.

Now all that you are
changes we love
while you are gone
I'll be waiting

And then theres you,
and I wanna kiss you so bad,
that I'd be willing to cut off my own head
and just throw it towards you lips,
and you'd be well within your rights to just swat it to the floor.
But I'd redefine hardcore
lying there at the tips of your toes
because god knows I'd be trying to figure out
some way to roll towards them.
And maybe that's crossing the line,
maybe that's a little creepy.
Did I mention that I like you?
If I knew you better than I do
I would know creepy's not the way to go
so how's this?
I wanna kiss you like a traffic jam.
I wanna move slow,
I wanna stop and go like I know at least I'm moving towards you,
and there's no use weaving through the gridlock,
because every clock keeps poly ticking and tocking
to tell me this time for all the amazing in-between
thats been seen and heard
and each word that's passed between us
like someone with somewhere to go
and I know I hardly know you so lets
go slow.
Like a turtle with a purpose.
Lets not miss a single minute,
because every 60 seconds
that contained within it
are the two hundred times I've tried
to coax each smile to bloom into a laugh.
And the exact science of math
can't begin to calculate half the time it would take to
make misery turn itself into a punch-line.
One that was willing to mine past silver and gold
just looking for something to tell you something that's never been told.
I wanna hold you like mine are the last arms in the world.
I want them curled around you like the red and white stripes on a barber pole
and when I give you a lump of coal for christmas
and tell you that
in a million years....
it's gonna be a diamond.
And will you wait for me until then?
Because that's when I'll be evolved enough
to melt all the other brains of men on earth.
And maybe I've got a shot if all that remains
is two gazelles on a Serengeti planes and me.
of course if you're willing to make sweet, sweet love
with animals, I'll totally understand,
I'm good like that.
I'll ban together with whatever vegetation is left living.
Me three weeds and a rubber plant
will spend thanksgiving saying how
"grateful we are that you're happy."
Now all that you do
helps me get through love
if you're unsure
I will show you

I want you to feel like the banana peal
under Charlie chaplains shoe.
Because it's you that brings the house of this heart down.
It's you that's the chamber of commerce
in a town thats got nothing to offer
but everything everyone can't find every where else under the sun.
I'm done with all of the every that.
Done thinking of where it is I'm going
I'm figuring about where it is I'm at.
And that has got to be beside the one who's stopped me from trying to calculate the sum total of someone
as if this biological calculus has ever done anything for me.
Other than the something that keeps me seeking to self providence that don't exist.
Like a swat team sharp shooter with cataracts,
I've missed the point more times than certain Americans have been elected to the oval office...
which is always once too often.
And lets face it
sometimes two, too many.
But this time
I'm willing to pay interest on a penny for your thoughts,
mortgage my mind,
finance an expedition that will find me a better way to get to know you
because I've read through the short story of my life
and found that your name stands out on the page.
Your slightest look unlocks the tumblers on my rib cage.
And you can gage my sincerity
when I lift my heart towards you and tell you in a million years...
it'll be less than dust.
The slightest gust will blow it away.
But you'll have to listen to wind chimes say
that you still are worth waiting for.
Don't tell me you're not beautiful.
You're the kind of beautiful that the blind would see
if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.
When you tell me you're not gorgeous I want to pop out your left eye
and show it to your right.

Now, all that you do
helps me get through love
if you're unsure
I will show you
all that you are
changes me love
while you are gone
I'll be waiting

You're worth crossing whatever distance it would take.
Worth building bridges to make a connection.
Because I've been secretly stealing stop signs..
repainting traffic lines so I can only go one way.
Because as far as I can tell,
dedication is the better part of foreplay.
and I admit it I'm committed.
Everything I've done I've did it to make you smile
because it's been the largest part some long while
since I've had someone do that for me.
You feel like comedy
after three years of being on the bandwagon of calamity.
And I can't be bothered with a tragedy
without trying to get to know you.
I've been through enough wretchedness to know
that some flowers can still grow through the garbage
and you make me want to take up gardening.
Seeing sadness drain the spirit out of this history
as if the worst is yet to come.
Those that took the time to know me
know I don't run.
Partly because I'm not athletic
but mostly because that's life and I've met it head on!
I've gone the distance more times than George Lucas looked at Jarjar Binks and thought..
"FUCK!"
And until I fit the bill,
I will still fill my day's trying.
Because I'm yours,
from the bottom.. to the top.
And I'm not just saying I'll be here for you,
I'm saying I'll never stop.