and here we go

i keep imagining i'll wake up one dreamy saturday to your knock on my door, hey
it's been a while, then i'll make us pancakes. and over lots of syrup and butter we'll talk about what we're missing, what we're not. and whether you'll have to knock tomorrow, or just come on in.


[i know this is a dream because you do not like pancakes because you do not like sweets. you would like them even less with lots of butterandsyrup.]