No excuses

"This is the most amazing experience of my life and of all the sweet chaos that is reinventing me I can't find the tinniest language-like thing to express...", you wrote to me the first day after we found ourselves and your words made blood rush to my head

Your love is white with a touch of green and it tastes like berries
You smell like lazy afternoons in bed, post-modern literature, spring wind and nostalgia
You dream in black and white, dress in the colors of the earth and breathe sunshine

We put our truth across in loud bars with dark beers and cigarettes, we talk each other dry until our yesterdays stop hurting...for a while
Our anger and disappointment, our "love of hopeless causes", the things we had to learn the hard way, the irony and unfairness of it all - we laugh it all away because we both know that nothing's really lost as long as we can still point the finger and mock the world
And when you laugh you do it so completely, so perfectly and believably that for a second I forget why I live with my shoes on

And you never speak of the future because I spend my time imagining it to exhaustion and somehow you acknowledge that the future may not belong to us
There's no "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow", and the future's short but that's allright
Because I know I'll always love you just as much as I do now when I'm thinking what to get you for Christmas and how I'm gonna kiss you with no misletoe for an excuse