30 Years Young

It's funny how loving you is the greatest thing,
I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to be a bane and irresponsible,
I come home late,
And devour your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I'm sorry I had a panic doing waltz.

You're my feature in the fall,
Apparition in the hall,
You're the one I'm walking to,
When I get into my jerks,
You are my covenant,
You don't even know it,
I am living up the life of a poet,
I am the gesture in the aching cold,
And you're the jumpy little frog on my doorway.

My eye sights fading,
And my hearing's dim,
I've been getting shot,
With the state I'm in,
I'm endangering myself,
I've been stuck in flights,
From the pansies and their guards,
On the Saturday nights.
But please don't be disapproving with my girl,
She gets all lightheaded when she's gold.

You're my seizure in a mall,
You're my visions by the wall,
You're the one I'm talking to,
When I laze around at work,
You're so blur,
That you don't even show it.
I am living in the life of a hermit,
A tired master in the times of old,
And you're my charming little servant in the torrid.

Hurried conversations with you at night,
Cause the little one cries, but that's alright,
I tell you in the kitchen,
About my day,
Soon the bed lies in the darkest of places,
With the ghost that was there before you were queen,
You've come to save my life, I mean

I don't dare to touch your hand,
I don't dare to think of you,
In a biological command,
I wouldn't know what size you grew,
You are the cover on my magazine,
You're my fascist trip, a living museum,
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays,
And maybe tell you all about it someday.....