Okay okay one more, but make it personal. The kind of song where the words could come back cursed but all those ripples in the pool just seem so trivial when you meet someone mythical. And the myth says “no great art without danger”. Yeh I am falling in love, I’m telling strangers. I’m science, I don’t think a single universe could contain us. I’ve been collecting data and every time you smile stars grow brighter. Yr gravity, a super collider. I can hardly sleep for dreaming, you know exactly how I’m feeling. It’s not even the fifth best song about you. So it’s a quarter to new years and I’ve got a playlist on. That D-plan song about how he crossed a country, crashed a party just to see someone, and he’d still rather live in his world alone. Well I dunno about that but I’m still popping that third bottle. And there’s these art school kids sat shooting selfies by the speakers, they call it emo, I blush, I guess I’m too old to argue. Looking at them looking at me looking at them and I think to myself, O Travis boy I love you but hey! Get a life! I can hardly sleep for dreaming, you know exactly how I’m feeling. It’s not even the fifth best thing about you. I don’t think I’ll ever capture all the different ways you matter. It’s not even the fifth best song about you (that I know). If I could save the year’s first moment, just a single second frozen, when we’re stood out on the seafront under fireworks full blossom. Arcs obliterating stars, scratching new sigils into the sky. I can hardly sleep for dreaming. You know exactly how I’m feeling. It’s not even the fifth best thing about you. I don’t think I’ll ever capture all the different ways you matter. It’s not even the fifth best song about you (that I know). Oh yeh, that would be me. The rest we left at sea.