You. You came in.
You sat slouched. And said what you needed to.
And I knew. This one's slick. This one's strange.
But he is just my style.
Because.
You know that I am weird.
You know that I am wild.
I'm never no one's perfect child.
But.
I think I smell a match,
About ready to spark,
Or maybe that's fire.
Good luck's really not the phrase.
More like finding car keys in the haze.
Oh. Am I essential?
You're one potential.
'Cause I can't live without you.
Point. To what you want.
Your favorite flaunt.
And then follow that finger.
To your desired destination.
No shipwrecking vacation.
And then gimme a call.
Because I know
All about the fate.
All about the bait.
And the patience that it takes.
The-big hang-around & wait
That often takes the place
Of an action-studded state.
Boredom's really not the word.
More like avoiding the absurd.
Oh. Am I essential?
You're one potential.
I can't live without you.
As the months pass
As I fear less
I have to ask
Am I essential?
As the months pass
As I fear less
I have to ask
Am I essential?
Are you doubtful on which way this should go.
And if so, was that display just all for show?
Because you know: I see through all your ritz & the glam.
I see the sweetness I need
Not some industry man.
As the months pass
As I fear less
I have to ask
Am I essential?
As the months pass
As I fear less
I have to ask
Am I essential?