The most attractive thing to me 
Is the acts of kindness that I see
Issue forth from you 
When there’s nothing for me to do
But just to appreciate 
The taste of a higher state
And we did yoga down in the first floor room
It was full of people in their doom 
And I was in the horrors in Dean Swift
But to be honest it was a gift
And I’m just chilling in the bay
Like San Francisco could have it’s way
With me if it wanted to 
But all I’m left with is you
To look at and love
Did you know you were the hand to my glove 
That night by my bed 
When you fell into the chair and said 
Whoops, you were so cute
It’s the little things (I am a flute)
And I had a vast imagination 
Where I met men at the train station
And they told me it was psychosis 
But what happens if you are precocious 
And love the beauty of what you see
When each person reflects eternity 
To you when they match your toes
On the patterned carpet and, God knows, 
He sat in darkness with his clipboard 
As though it was a sword
That he used to cut away the flack
And I fear I may never be back 
But you will always hold a stellar soul 
Like a diamond inside my own