This is Just a Modern Rock Song

I want to wander supermarket aisles

With and while taking nonsense and true sense.

(In post-structuralism is anything true?)

I want to walk in the rain down

Puddle-filled streets in the afternoon.

I want to make you coffee in the mornings

(I have to learn to make coffee first...)

And I'd like us to be able to sit up

Very early into the morning to

Watch the occasional sunrise.

I want to listen to you laugh.

(I'm fond of the strange sound)

We could watch films about nothing

And everything, and we could laugh

Like fools. I want to fall asleep very near to you

And listen to you dream.

We could stand at the windows, watch

Cars pass on the street.

I want us to have perfect silences

In which neither feels the need to speak

But to just stay contented in the fact

That we would be near.

Silence is an ultimate test.

Let's sit in bed on cold mornings

And listen to the small plink-plink

Of the raindrops on the window sills

Without saying words.

There's a lot I wish we could do

That we'll never be able to.

And that's alright, regardless of how much it bothers me.

Because you know, you probably want something very different

From my own small ponderings.

And you should pursue whatever you please.

Darling,

I'd like to be able to hold hands and walk down a dimly lit street

Late, late at night.

What do you want? And from who?