i’m going to gold plate all of this:
every look that said you’re listening
every kind word you ever spoke
every gesture that said you love me.
and i’ll keep them in my pocket,
bring them out from time to time
and polish them on my jeans.
i’ll hold them to the light
so maybe they could make me smile.
‘cos right now i’m having trouble
why i’m here
and why you’re
it’s been like this some other times.
other people, other places,
but the feeling’s always the same.
but just this once
i’m gonna try,
if i share these golden treasures with you
show how sweet they really are;
will they be gone forever?
will they stay in my pocket?
will they become passé?…
just like i am