this is the kind of song i'd listen to strolling down some cobblestone on Hamra Street. Sunglasses, wild hair, summer dress; walk, walk, walk. headphones on, sun blazing. i stop to cross the street, narrowing down which cafe i'd like to sit in to get some writing done. maybe i won't write. read a book. i always get such funny stares when i read. people watching was always one of my favorite things to do; she has red lips/ he has eyes green as the night. can i go with you? found it. the perfect spot to whip out (classic) pen and paper. the words are flowing, their meaning? obscure, made up, idealistic. i'll probably never see him again, he's gone back to the city. but it was nice to see him smile.
i wanna go with you, i wanna go wherever/whenever you wanna go; can i go with you?
