and everything depends upon how near you sleep to me

and so here i am. hum hum humming at work in last friday's dress, chairdancing to crescendos crashing through my headphones. last night i sat on a front porch ledge, legs crossed carefully with the phone balanced between shoulder and ear - it seems that i am listening my way through life. i've got a feeling (ooh, ooh) that tonight's gonna be a good night. we're picking you up in ten, be ready. meeting people and falling over backs of couches and hey, how've you been, i haven't seen you in forever! clear vodka and cloudy eyes. tan lines and summer skin. baseball games in the afternoon and shotgun wars and laughing the whole way home. i want to eat an ice cream cone and spin around in the sun. home is where the beach is where the heart is. salt water spray as the wind squeezes your eyes shut; i can almost taste it again. don't even have to pretend to smile. the beatles said it best: i want to hold your hand. i'm happy just to dance with you. and just in case you didn't know, ps: i love you. songs are poems set to music. poems are words and words are what i do best, except when words can't even come close and then you know i've got it bad. im all yours, baby, signed sealed delivered like a stevie wonder postage stamp. cheesefest 2009. just tell me we'll never get used to it.