I may not get a chance to talk to you today. I'll be stuck at work for a while. You'll be glad to know I brought a copy of Swann's Way to pass the time. I couldn't wear my daisy dukes, though. It's a little cold out. Anyway, it will be later when I get home and I'm not sure if I'll have time to serenade you with my words. Am I serenading you or screeching at you? I can't tell. I hope my words cover you like a soft, warm blanket and not a scratchy one that even fabric softener can't save.
I'm gonna let Tom Petty serenade you today. I sang this song to Max every single night for the first 5-ish years of his life. He doesn't really want me to sing to him anymore but I hope he'll remember that I did someday.
I like the idea of being 'alright for now.' Not later, not before, just right now.
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