I met you
You saunter in, gold boots flash. I rise and greet you, whisper in you ear. "There is a cover story. I am introducing you to some people."
"Ok" you say.
You befit the cover story, no one cares either way and we pass a pleasant hour. It is nice, hanging out with you. You are like a hyperactive puppy, ostensibly operating on no sleep, but you are not annoying. We talk and chill, I tell you things, you do the same. It is like we are just hanging out having drinks, only its in the sky. You are relaxed and happy and delusional. I have seen you in this light once before. I didn't mind it, this version of a version, this song of you.
