I want someone
to take me out on one of those surprise dates.
You know?
I’d be totally unaware, not suspecting anything.
I’d go through my day like usual and
when I’m just laying in my sweats, watching TV,
the doorbell rings.
My special someone would be standing there,
all smiling with flowers in his hand, telling me,
“Go get ready, we’re going out tonight.”
And we would just roam the city, take in the night life,
the scenery of what happens when the moon rises.
We’d hold hands, walk under the streetlamps, and talk.
I don’t know, not much of a surprise now that
I’ve said it all out.