Hopeless Romantic

all the notes I wrote 

on tiny pieces of paper

folded with hearts drawn

are worn and lost 

in the thick of it all,

and all the flowers 

are all dried up,

and I got the blues baby

here thinking bout you baby

can’t get you off my mind,

and I don't wanna

just wanna sit in my room

and cry, listening to Dashboard

Otis Redding, The Smiths -

and i’m so fucking emo

sometimes it hurts

and I'm so in love 

sometimes I’m a jerk, 

and I’m a hopeless romantic

your just hopeless... 

like I hitchhiked 800 miles

with some roses and my 

guitar just to sing you a song

or covering your room

in their pedals and sticky notes

with Mo-Town quotes 

and kissing every inch of your body

as we forget about time

forget that we’re alive 

both one with the tide

of everything, and nothing 

else matters my amour when 

I’m with you, 

in truth,

I’m a hopeless romantic

your just hopeless 

Like i seen a half moon tonight

and thought of where you might 

be in mind, I have dreams of waking up 

next to you now, I have dreams 

of walking down the beech and 

bumping into your smile, and us in

an ice cream truck driving down the

pan american highway wind in our hair

down into Central America through festivals

and rainbow gatherings, us dancing

under the moonlight connected again, but

I’m a hopeless romantic,

your just hopeless...

Or how I look at you

and you look at me

and we both know

that this is how it be

But do nothing

cuz, you’re with him

and I with she

so we bow out

then we both be

retrospectin,

nostalgia gets me

with past hugs

and past tongues 

and past love

cuz

I’m a hopeless romantic,

your just hopeless...

Smoke a joint and point to the spot 

where we first locked eyes, smiled talked

started to fall, walked rode bikes, ate Italian Ice

danced to the music in our minds

threw pizza dough straight at the sky

laughed cried picked each other up

cut each other down

and fucked our way back to the light

cuz I’m a hopeless romantic,
your just hopeless...