i would like to present my songs to you
like tiny slips of paper inside fortune cookies
lacking the generic reason most seem to occupy.
i want mine to resemble something real, at least fill you with the idea
that someone out there loves you, regardless of what you do,
where you're going, or who you're with.
i want them to leave a sweet aftertaste in your mouth
that stays with you as you grow older.
every wrinkle on your skin i could crawl inside
because i treasure the depth in you.
i've seen you naked and i've seen your flaws
and i admired them quietly, whether it was two feet away
or seven states away, my sweet memory
enveloped like a tiny slip of paper
inside a fortune cookie.
i can't be with you but i keep coming back in song
leaving them for you like tiny slips of paper
hoping maybe you'll stumble across one
and be filled with the idea that someone out there loves you
