(actually a song but you know-maybe if i'm brave enough i'll edit it with the recording)

i’m waiting for someone to sweep me off my feet

these days turn to nothing, nothing sweet

i’m trying to be better than myself

the way to get love, is love someone else

and hope that they reciprocate

the complex sounding tongues

for things we can’t write history books

or solve with simple sums

take it how it comes

how far will we run

how late has it become

how soon til we’re done