The words you choose

When I want to be reminded of the things I left behind, I think of you.

When I want to dive inside me, when I want to dive inside me, I think of you.

When I want to be reminded of the me I left behind, I picture you

(I picture you, I picture you, I picture you)

Looking like you are when you love me as much as I love you.

It’s obvious, you know

It’s all over you, in

The words you choose to choose the words you choose.

Your delicious mental process,

Tasty eggs that bear your markers.

Seeds you plant contain

The seeds I planted in you.

I feel your gentle

Control unifying

Hands to thoughts

Thoughts to hands and other parts whose mention

Turns this back into a song about

The way your eyes move when you’re happy

The way your hand feels when you’re relaxed

Next to me in bed.

I don’t want to turn on the light

Because I don’t want to move

Or do anything that might break this moment.

I’ll never move away from you

Even when I do

Because this moment has to end.

Here’s to the next moment we share,

This one has to end,

For the next moment with you to begin.

I remember the you I always leave behind,

When I see the love in your eyes.

You’ve shown it to me, darling,

Every moment of my life

[Note: the beginning is taken from The Strokes What Ever Happened? The end comes from Dylan’s affect on Lay, Lady, Lay, and some Willie Nelson. The middle is more complicated.]