Hear your heart resting
Gently regressing….
like love upon an ocean
this is thousand islands dressing…
Who coulda wrote this…
This is like how it goes in movies…
A princess lives alone until a
Goofy guy intrudes, with his
Messy hair, and messy stare
You can hear it in his voice he’s scared
Cause she is extra special…
And
Nothing’s too special for her…

So they off, to face what faces them
off to face this great untouched…
Will they never let go
Or break apart like they Legos…

But anyways,
She kinda thinks he’s funny
And his eyes, they like to move a lot…
And she can see he doesn’t do this a lot…
And he thinks a lot… About every single move he makes…
Like he is so worried about making a mistake...

Cause he knows he’s a goof… And he often spills his juice…
but she insists… "I’m just thankful that you exist…."

And why is his shoelaces always getting twisted, And why does he always fumble his words like he’s missing that one right word…

And he gets scared cause she probably gon leave him…
And he gets scared, cause she probably don’t need him…
He’s aware, it’s been autumn since the evening…
And things are changing, wolves are howling, flowers seeping…
And things are changing, wolves are howling, flowers seeping...
And things are changing, wolves are howling, flowers seeping...
And he’s aware, it’s been autumn since the evening…
And he’s aware, it’s been autumn And he’s aware, it’s been autumn since the evening…

With those eyes, he’s checking every movement…
To see if he can find, any dissonance that’s grooving…
She can play an act good, like in a movie…
It’s hard to notice, anything, this ain’t soothing!!!

“How was work”
“It was good”
Oh this is soothing…
She’s like a smooth criminal
playing smooth subliminal raw
jazz for a setting so
smooth and kinda unsettling…

He takes a seat and settles in…
Thinks of flowers pedaling and how they
end so settling… Without much attention…
But when you notice their love… It’s something sweeter it’s not the end of it, it leaves it’s song settlin-

“Hey, what’s on your mind?”
He looks up with eyes unsettling
Trynna find the words to make this situation just settle in…

“Why am I always in a tree” (“what”)
These leaves aren’t settling they're always changing color…
I can never find a balance, and I’m worried I’m a bother…
I always spill my juice, and I’m always staining the carpet…

I just want to have a normal tree with green leaves
That won’t get mad at me, or make me feel like a dweeb.

"Honey, you’re fine, I think you are just overthinking it…
The juice is all fine, I know you love drinking it…
And you aren’t a dweeb, you’re the best and I mean that dearly you see…

See, if I were you, I would love to be in a tree…
So many colors, and they all sing dearly just for me…
Honey, change is special, it’s a part of what makes us all special… That’s why you’re in a tree….” -