Date?

Maybe we could just... chill? Like, in the same vicinity?

We could forget the acidity we left behind.

Baby we could relax... lay your head back in my lap,

and if you promise not to laugh I might call you mine.

I don't want to make mountains of of anthills, darling-

'cause I don't want to fall from somewhere high.

No, I don't want to go somewhere cold where I can't

hold your hand- so let's stay in the sand and watch the sky.