I can see the arch and the forthcoming / Its all coming / and its all here / and I can taste it like lemonade / The sweetest / It’ll all be sweet / The sour are just lesssons / and those will fall like lonely dominos looking for numbers outside of the box and they will laugh and drink and cry and fall into one another like dominos do / and so will we / and there will be a renaissance in our living room that is everything we love about eachother and everything else we accept graciously / and we will eat dinner on rooftops of buildings we dont live in / and when the cops are called we’ll just kiss / and they’ll clap / and call it love / and call it dynamite / and call it a result of all the stupid things I mightve said / because they got me here to you / in your etheral embrace / in your longing / in your exceptions / in everything that makes your hair brown / and your skin soft / and your breath smell like cologne / and your kiss like merlot / and we will sing together even though my voice might crack / and you’ll clap for a fire work / and I will remember why things must burn / must die / must begin / and end terribly / so something can light up the sky / and we can celebrate the stupid things