babys, powerplants

its that grin, that sparkle

she told me not to dance with pint in hand

asked me away from my own mother for a spin on the floor

high school idealist romance chance across the now living dance of what-the-hell-can-we-do-now anyways

and i thought i singed up for esoteric parties


eyes engaged and emoteral - robins slow cooks em, ya know

a spark contagious, alls we got - and ya got it , yep

dance like its ending cuz it is, it is

keep on, ideally

alls we got