stuff girls dream about

i want to walk down the aisle of a church in albany

soon, but not too soon

while 'jesus, bleibet meine freude' swells from the organ and floats up high

i want to glow and try not to cry while you glow and try not to cry

and your brown eyes reflect kindness and passion and the saints on the windows

we will be shocked by each other's beauty

as we promise father bradley that we will forsake all others

and i want you to know that

i relish your boyish grin

when you win scratch offs or you kiss me

it reminds me of twizzlers at hockey games

and the cigarettes i'll make you quit

soon, but not too soon