Fallin' For You

When I’m old and I’m drinking wine

I’ll throw some caution ‘tween these burgundy lines.

For now I’ll grab a coffee just to catch your eye,

read too much into your employee smile.

But I’m not sayin’ I’m the man for you.

I’m just a kid who’s fallin’ for you.

The champagne of beers in the new year

is all that I could get.

Wanted water for an hour,

but fell asleep instead.

My ankles creak and crack a bit

when early I awake,

walk down a college street to kill a coffee,

smoke a cig, and see your face.

I’m drinkin’ Mr. Pibb

outside of my old public school,

chasin’ a little dizzy drunk

to feel a little dizzy cool.

I’m taping down some flyers

on the sidewalk by the show.

I’m clumsy in the wind

when I tell you you should go.

Well I’m not sayin’ I’m the man for you,

and there’s so many things I’d like to say to you,

but I’m just a kid who’s fallin’ for you.