I don't have any money,
But I would spend all my time on you
Until I was destitute.
We could waste time together,
Staying up late,
Painting your face.
I am just a man, completely incomplete.
I am just a boy, who doesn't want to sleep.
We could climb a snow-capped mountain,
We could write a play,
"Will you be my beloved?" I would pray.
Many things I am learning,
About passion when it's burning.
I know I can't satisfy you,
But I would never stop trying to.
I know we'd yell and fight and clinch our jaws in spite,
But before the sun would fade,
I'd want you all the same.
I am just a man, completely incomplete.
I am just a boy, who doesn't want to dream.
Can you blame me?
We could sail across the ocean,
We could make up a dance,
To the rhythm of your heart
Beating in my hands.
We could trek the Amazon,
We could write a song.
You would be the chorus,
And I would play it on and on and on.
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