I'll be the grapes fermented,
bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
in an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back
as you're lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
with the collar up so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
S t a r t   a   b r a n d   n e w   c o l o n y
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will heat the grounds under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change

Everything will change with you <3

- the postal service.