Something I’ve been working on for the past two weeks.
Popcorn, peanuts and Cracker Jacks
One more bite and she gets heart attacks
Oh baby, it’s crazy.
And I want one more cup of that soda pop
She tells me no and makes me stop.
Oh baby, it’s crazy.
I dream in abstract, nothing really comes as defined.
You live in hard facts baby, figures all up in your mind.
The bar was set, I’ve none to regret and I’m even willing to concede.
As long as you stay and don’t go away, you’re all that I really need.
