There’s been so many times I’ve struggled putting into words the flow stemming from my heart.  My mouth, mouthing aspirations true to me, got me heat.  Now all I need to do is load up and point to the title of your song.
No more writing while crouched on my knees praying I don’t get caught.  Point out the wedding band you’d like in the safety of our parallel reality “Fran,” consider it bought.

“I’m learning as I go, bro! I have published books, sent roses, bought necklaces for you in my dreams..”
I feel a bit more comfortable sitting on top of the pyramid now.
I jus’ need to track you down now!
I need an address to pen my letters to and a time of day to over-deliver my passion in person, okay?