we can skip the first date, all you need to know is in my "about me"

I think i would love you if ever i met you
I feel like ive known you for longer than tom
i share in your love of all things ben gibbard
and its cool that you've heard his unreleased songs

The things you have written, to me, give you hue
and the green in your backround really brings out your eyes
or so i would think if your pic was in color
and the mirror that you posed in was replaced by blue skies

Your friends tell a story of how your day went
ranting about coffee and things heard in the street
the jokes still alive, still immersed in the moment
your face says you're normal but your tastes are elite

And if ever i met you i think we'd hit it off
we'd bring out our records and watch the film Annie Hall
and as we sat and laughed at Alvy Singer's neurosis
i'd be happy as a clam and for you i would fall

If, and only if, i ever meet you at all

late nights and graduations

It seems the last rays of light will always find their way
through leaves and around fences
before hitting my eyes in a dazzling display

the evening is warm and grass enviting
the music has died while the crowds disperse
but the urge is to stay and see what the night brings

the company, some known, others awaiting introduction
their attention is fleeting and hard to capture
like a sea of new faces alive and in motion

she's beautiful tonight as if this sunset were the reason
a new dress and new shoes
a new feeling of attention and hair like a leaf in the autumn season

its hard not to notice as the setting sun plays its trick
with light and dark in a hypnotic tango
but i never see the dance because i can't hear the music.