Sunday Crossword

(album: Poetic License - 2022)

When I was a kid
I always imagined
The person I fall for
Would be good with their mouth
And all the best phrases would always fall out

We'd walk to get coffee
On Sunday morning
Then we'd do the crossword
And sit on the couch
It's kinda ironic, that's what we have now

We said we wouldn't let it
But somehow this got serious
And you sound so poetic
Saying we're so far from love

You can't say it to my face, so
We just try and fill these spaces:

What's a 9 letter word for how you feel
There's a u and I together, but it's missing a few letters
Is it "misguided" or "disguised" as something real?
It can't be "unrequited," 'cause my feelings are too big
There's so much I wanna tell you, but I don't know if it'll fit

I'm not a kid
So now I can read all
The signs that you give
And into silence between us
There's so much we're leaving, unsaid

So give me a pen, I can pretend
That we're writing our future, instead of playing
All these games, and trying to break the rules

We said we wouldn't let it
But somehow this got serious
And I might sound pathetic
But doesn't this look just like love
I can't say it to your face, so
I hope you can fill the spaces

What's a 6-letter word for what I want?
There's an "over" in the center, but I know that's not the answer
Under "covers," I might never call it "love"
But it's spelled out so clearly, the more you look at it
There's so much I wanna tell you, but I don't know if it'll fit

Ooh...
(Fill the spaces)
(When I was a kid, I always imagined)
It all leads back to you
(I'll be patient)
(Don't know what it is, and that's why I'm asking)
Ooh...
(Fill the spaces)
(Don't know what you did, don't know what'll happen)
It all leads back to you

When I was a kid
I never imagined
That love would be so hard
To figure out
It's kinda ironic
That's what I have now