If I could write the perfect song,
It would be about you.
It would be about how you speak like you are from a novel 
And how well you know things that I don’t.
If I could pick the perfect happy place, 
It would be under the stars,
Or in the prettiest meadow.
Anywhere, actually,
Because my happy place would be wherever you are.
If I could sail away and take one person with me,
It would be you.
We’d eat and drink until we’re stuffed
And we’d talk about things we never said aloud.
If I could do all these,
I would, 
But I can’t, 
So I won’t.