I only fall when I can't fly,
Leaping off the very top story,
I try my hardest to reach for a line of reality
To catch and save myself on
But there's nothing within reach.

Now all I need is a super hero.
One with a mask,
To sweep me from my air borne feet,
And be my absolute Romeo.
I'll be your Juliet!
I swear.

But honestly,
I'd settle for an average Joe who loves me.
Loves me, doesn't make me his whole world.
Loves me, respects me.
Tells me he cares.

Seeing his head,
Standing out,
Level with the rest.
Arms, full of poetry and spare lead pencils
With guitar picks in back pockets
And scraps of songs in paper folders
Zippo lighters in messenger bags
And dust in empty wallets

Be my Romeo?
I'll be your Juliet.
I swear.