How about i write you a happy poem
In a world where we are still together
In our little beach house
Where we would watch the sun set
While listening to country music
As the breeze runs through your hair

How about we make it happen
All i have to do is fix my pride
All you have to do is pick up your phone
But then again
It's not a time for miracles

Because if it was
You would still believe that little is enough
I would still trust you
We would still be singing along to Bob Dylan
As he struggles to get into our little heaven