melody

bask in the glory of the moment and when it dawns that she gone then the moment cant last too long. She takes the sunshine in her pocket sails like a rocket, and just like that i lost it, lost my composure, felt the empty the air from where i use to hold her. Could it be this reason or season that has me feeling this crazy, lazy, hazy, hey baby..

hey baby. you should be my lady

not another second too soon or you'lll miss the the blessing resting on your shoulder telling to you stop for second and smell the flower, final hour to make a decision, take this gift for the givin. transic transit pulls to your station board the dreams and pick pocket the goodies, exit the train track and sit back, swim with the little buddies, they keep you a float never alone to condone those lonely thoughts that had too bad you were sad, i would've been there to kiss those lips, it's you i miss.

it's you i miss. wait for it. then savor it.

when the moment comes it wont be long before the sun rises and to be honest you be the flyest chic. i bet on the sunset to check with you in my final hour that we can walk as one and channel this infinite power. so overwhelming the thought of the only shot i have to grab you by the hand and whisper in ya ear

hey baby. you should be my lady.

so, is this whats left of this game? magic roll of the dice and puff in the dark your gone, waited so long for an epiphany to land on me, to place that tiffany on your pinky, but then you run back to keep me thinking that maybe we should wait. to see if theres enough gas in the tank to keep on keepin on, im antsy so the crafts keep my sanity in tact, lay back and knock on the beats, i write what im too chicken shit to say find a way to creatively deviously have you land upon my work. then spin you around and say

hey baby. you should be my lady.