Pilling

I already see you in half of my week So why not make it the whole thing Forever isn't sweet until you know just what it means Do you know what it means I've never been close to a mountain's peak Or the things I want to speak I want to speak I follow the shadows in the indents of your cheeks And my face stings, my ears ting I catch two freckles on your finger's hide Man alive I catch two freckles on your finger's hide Man alive Deep sage green, cute cotton ball toes They're so well hid You pummel me, now I'm up against the ropes Go on, take my rib I know the lines in your lips Where they run to, and when they resist Practice a masterful prose, eeesh I messed it up Tsk tsk tsk Pilling of her sweater, pick me off and flick Pilling of a mountain, she'll hike and I'm stranded Pilling of her sweater, the coming last stitch Pilling of a mountain. She'll hike, I insist I catch the freckle right below her eye Man alive I catch the freckle right below her eye Man alive