Saturday Love ( based
on Angels and Airwaves, written by Tom Delong)
I fly SR71’s in the warehouse
You laugh
You compare me with your three year old
Thank you
I still dream
I still see color
I have a soul
Its been screaming to come alive
I walk around the shadows
The observer in my own life
I am ready to take ownership
I have to admit
That I do feel like
An obtuse shape
The missing piece
Colorless
Without a pattern
I have not found my whole
Ill never grow up
I refuse
My innocence
My love
My soul
Will not die
I Dream
Of the color
That childlike
Spontaneous
Fun
Unadulterated
Love
This is within every one of us
We have been caged
I wait sixteen
A Saturday love
Your eyes never grow up
Find your virtuousness
You’re childlike Innocence
That is yelling
To get out
And find its way
To never grow old
