a poem/song

we're exactly the same,
in every single way,
i'm basically you,
is what you say.

fortune cookies point us in
the direction of where we want to go.
when we get it on,
nothing's better that we're about to blow.

"it's a sign," on a sign,
obviously it's a sign,
that we happened to be in the same place,
at the same time.

we bond when we're drunk,
sober and ...
we both dream of being hippy-truck drivers,
who live crazy lives.

our bodies are like two puzzle pieces,
i fit perfectly in your arms.
you take care of me, bebe,
when mexicans or cops are at the door.

coinsidences come in bulk,
i know you see them too.
you've never said you love me,
but i'm pretty sure it's true.

and here i am leaving,
leave you behind,
but what am i do?
we live two seperate lives.

responsibily speaking,
theres no way we could be.
it a matter of only hours,
i'll be miles across the sea.

and it's island vs. landmass,
you love to take long drives,
i like da island life,
but you're starting to change my mind.

let's both buy boats and sail them,
we'll meet right in between,
california and hawaii,
i'll be the only thing you need.

i could stall you all day long,
just like i'm stalling to end this song.
hey, bebe, just wait,
and help me sing along.

i'll dream enough for the both of us,
since you claim you never do.
i'll dream we're driving in your el camino,
with one big seat, not two.