I won’t ask you to trace my trembling lips with the mouth that bravely confessed what you needed I won’t ask you to hold my heavy heart in the hands that gently lowered me back to the earth I won’t ask you to build a single future when we are both too young to see past tomorrow But will you sit with me under this lamppost and let me tell you that I could never hate you? Will you promise to treat your good heart kindly? and rest your head on my shoulder if you need to?