(all i'll ever need to think about is, how many insects will feed on me today)
i'd like to lie on that secret concrete road near the tunnel near the motorway, with you, and watch the clouds go by and never have to shiver with cold and hope the rain doesn't come and all i'd hear was your breath in my ear and the hum of the cars rush by (but there's no rush).
i'd like to sit on that ledge (oh you know that ledge, we've inched around and around, wondering if we should get closer) and watch the people go by and the clouds go by and the birds go by and the ocean go by (and stay and sink and float and crash).
i'd like to lie in the middle of the