Music and Me

Just as I wanna be mad at you
A sad song comes on

And its like all this anger
Is forgot

Because music has that power over me
And it affects all I see

Including you
and your perfectly fitting jeans
That sometimes are on the verge
Of slipping right off

When you decide you
need to run

The only problem is
that you run away from everything

Me the wall and your jeans
are witness to this ever paralyzing disease

But when the song is over
I love you more for

your imperfections
than I would for being perfect!