a face to call home

I'm an architect of days that haven't happened yet
I can't believe a month is all it's been
you know my paper heart
the one I fill with pencil marks
I think I might have gone and bid you well

little by little, inch by inch
we built a yard with a garden in the middle of it
iit ain't much but it's a start
you got me swinging right along to the song in your heart

and a face to call home
a face to call home
you got a face to call home

maybe I could stay a while, I'm talkin' like all of the time...

-four years, six month, twenty five days

just a reminder: Ilvy. Always.