Pour over me

You make me want to swim in the ocean and not comb my hair.
You make me want to run wild in fields without any shoes on and pick flowers.
You make me want to eat candy until my stomach hurts and not care about cavities.
You make me want to watch old silent movies and fall asleep before the end.
You make me want to fly to the stars and become another one of them to shine for you at night.
You make me want to do everything and anything and visit everywhere and meet everyone.
You make me want to travel around the world with only a few dollars in my pocket and sleep in the park.
You make me want to sing songs and make music and paint pictures and write stories for you, and only for you.
But I don't know who you are.
And you don't know who I am. We'll run away and we'll meet in the middle and it'll feel like we've known each other for years and years.
And we'll finally know exactly who we are.