I never thought we'd be at this place.
A place where the decisions we make
Involve choosing green or blue paint.
A place where I could wake up next to you,
And not smell vodka on your face.
Oh wait that was me.
Your's was more happy, but light, that's right.
A place where our adventures start at Lowes,
And end in grocery store rows.
A place where we can feel real love.
This place brings tears to my eyes,
The kind I don't mind to cry.
This place I never thought we'd come to,
You and I.
© 2012 Denver Welte