Crocus

A crocus in the spring time

A holy roller on the big screen

You walking towards me with a purpose

I'm nodding off in my seat

A big shot in your field

A house with a tree out back

A silence over your head

I can't remember what you said

I hope you keep it going

I hope you have three children

I hope that maybe someday

You'll look up and remember

I hope that you can't bear the thought of how my body looked the first time

I hope that maybe in your chest, you'll always get a little worked up about it

And I hope that I'm always

A phone call closer than you thought I'd be

And I hope you are happier now

But I hope that you dream of me