With dissapointments attaching to every word that's said from the moment you woke up to the minute you sink in your bed like your words being understood by not me but my nodding shadow how did i not get it but part of me did? i tried to say everything i knew i could not to be that obvious so my heart hid. my hand keeps writting down on what is to be the notes for you to come writting such good songs that you'll even find a beat to hum to go along with it. Along, the swings in that old parking lot there it was, the first spot where i met you.. random just as the rain started to pour while the sun was still there i said hi..and you just couldn't stop to stare you leaned in, i moved to your movement still as statues made of cement Cement started to dry quickly as the rain came down becoming a monument in that parking lot's town the flowers started to grow from the cracks in the ground we were there still, holding each other with out a sound.