a lady travels

take me to brazil with a back pack and adventure stowed away in our pocket
a road trip to anywhere and as a souvenir you on my chest in a locket
on my way to the moon, you and me on the back of a dragon's dream
i don't know when, but at some point i got sewn into your inseam
see cause i'm in your walk now, in the way you order your cup of joe
the way you look out your rear view mirror looking for me in the snow
i'm in that one song that's playing while the sun blankets your sleepy eyes
i'm that something warm when all the world has left you to your own demise
i'm the oxygen that won't fail you long after you've pushed me away
the melody that will always bring you home, right beside me you lay
i'm your newspaper, your body has been imprinted on my body
your story has been documented right here, you're talking to your history
you're standing in the middle of us like a trophy
stupdified in your own speech, agitated by your own fillers, stuttering your feelings cause you never felt this
i've climbed over your fence, stomped around your garden of doubt, through your half-opened window just for your kiss
cause didn't you know? i'll take you as is.
i'm standing outside your door this time
i'm wearing a skirt
a pretty shirt
but you do not hear the bell chime
that's too bad
cause i brought my suitcase of butterflies
thought we could watch them for a while
but i know, i know
you're busy
gotta go
gotta run
maybe you're not home
so i'll take this ribbon from my hair
and tie it around the door knob
just so you know i was here
i heard you
i came
i was right here