Scrawl P.S for me is wistful Spanish
Because damn it I wish you had more to say
About nonsensical dreamers in romantic twilights
And the most beautiful notion about how youd stay
Ill whisper darling in Spanish against your neck
Lips for rose petals and tears for rain
Daring you to think something thoughtless
They streak your cheeks like absent flecks of sugar cane
You had this thing for Spanish daisies
Idly twirling and holding them with soft fingertips
Didnt you hear I have enough pain for the both of us?
But Ill caress your bleeding heart while it rips
Do you hear the delicate strum of the Spanish guitar?
Like a wisp of something sweetly undeclared
It whimpers secrets about wanting me to love you
Daring to dream every dream un-dared
You dreamed a montage of Spanish espressos
And with you I dont doubt they exist
Dancing ultimatums in the sad afternoon light
On the left hand side of my chest Ill place that bunched up fist
I know you feel it beating
It beats to your Spanish melody
