:-X

It's nothing, really.
Except for the fact that I'm choking at the
reflection of the headlights off of the road.

It's like I'm making you big in my mind,
and the ceiling of the sky is low.

The key into my room is like the key into
my heart: and it's that I want to take you.

I'll show you the Grand Canyon,
I'll show you the coasts of Peru.
I'll take you to Jerusalem,
And out to Ayers Rock.

I'll take you somewhere,
Because I'd die just to see you smile at
this big whole world, built just for you.

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