Stop Signs

Its all stop signs, its all lines that shouldn't be crossed,

Its all interpretations that have been lost in translation,

Even when the meaning has been embossed on something that redefines stop signs.

Something that erases and redraws lines for all the times curiosity gets the better of us.

But until it gets the best, we test the lines, until it gets the best, its all stop signs.

And then there's you.

And I wanna kiss you, so bad, I'd be willing to cut off my own head and just throw it toward your lips.

And you would be well within your rights to just swat it to the floor.

But I'd redefine hardcore, lying there at the tips of your toes because god knows I'd be trying to figure out some way to roll towards them.

And maybe thats crossing the line.

Maybe thats a little creepy. Did I mention that I like you?

And if I knew you better than I do I'd probably know that creepy isn't the way to go so hows this?

I wanna kiss you, like a traffic jam. I wanna move slow. I wanna stop and go like I know at least I'm moving towards you.

And there's no use weaving through the gridlock because every clock keeps ticking and tocking.

If only theres time for all the amazing in between thats been seen and heard and each word has passed between us like somewhere with someone to go, and I know I hardly know you, so lets go slow.

Like a turtle with a purpose.

Lets not miss a single minute, because every sixty seconds contained within the nearly two hundred times I've tried to coax each smile to bloom into a laugh

And the exact science of math can't begin to calculate half the time it would take to make misery turn itself into a punch line.

One thats willing to mine past silver and gold just looking for something to tell you thats never been told.

I wanna hold you like mine were the last arms in the world. I want them curled around you like the red and white stripes on a barbers pole, I wanna give you a lump of coal for Christmas and tell you in a million years, its going to be a diamond.

And will you wait for me 'till then?

Because thats when I'll be evolved enough to melt all the other brains of men on earth.

And maybe I've got a shot if all that remains are two gazelles in the Serengeti plains and me.

Of course, if you're willing to make sweet sweet love with animals... I'll totally understand.

I'm good like that.

I'll band together with whatever vegetation is left living.

Me three weeds and a rubber plant will spend thanksgiving saying how grateful we are that you're happy.

I want you to feel like that banana peel in a Charlie Chaplin shoot.

Cause its you that brings the house of this heart down.

Its you thats the Chamber of Commerce in a town thats got nothing to offer but everything everyone can't find everywhere else under the sun.

I'm done with all of the every-that.

I'm done thinking about where it is I'm going, I'm figuring out where it is I'm at.

And that has got to be beside the one who will stop me from trying to calculate the sum total of someone, as if this biological calculus has ever done anything for me.

Other than be the something that keeps me seeking to solve problems that don't exist.

Like a swat team sharpshooter with cataracts, I've missed the point more times than certain Americans have been elected to the Oval Office.

Which is always... once too often.

And lets face it, sometimes... two times too many.

But this time, I'm willing to pay interest on the penny for your thoughts.

Mortgage my mind, finance an expedition that will be find me a better way to get to know you, because I've read through the short story of my life and found that your name stands out on the page.

Your slightest look unlocks the tumblers on my ribcage.

And you can gage my sincerity when I lift my heart towards you and tell you in a million years, we will be less than dust. The slightest gust will blow it away.

But you'll have to listen to wind chimes say that you're still worth waiting for.

Don't tell me your not beautiful.

You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.

When you tell me your not gorgeous I wanna pop out your left eye, and show it to your right.

Worth crossing whatever distance it would take.

Worth building bridges just to make a connection.

Because I've been secretly stealing stop signs. Repainting traffic lines so I can only go one way.

Because as far as I can tell, dedication is the better part of foreplay. And I admit it I am committed to everything I've done, I did it to make you smile because its been the largest part of a long while since I had someone do that for me.

You feel like comedy after three years of being on the bandwagon of calamity.

And I can't be bothered with the tragedy of not trying to get to know you.

I've been through enough wretchedness to know that some flowers can still grow through garbage, and you make me wanna take up gardening.

I've seen sadness drain the spirit out of this history, but the worst is yet to come.

Anyone who took the time to get to know me knows I don't run, partly because I'm not athletic, but mostly because thats life and I've met it head on.

I've gone the distance more times than George Lucas has looked at jar Jar Binks and thought, "FUCK".

And until I fit the bill, I will still fill my days trying because I'm yours. From the bottom, to the top.

And I'm not just saying I'll be here for you, I'm saying I'll never stop.