so here it finally goes
an ode to what I really know
I know it more than my mom
and I know it a lot more than my dad
I know it better than all of the friends I've had
the only word that's on my skin that isn't written in pen
I think back again to the pool in vegas
and the parks down south
the ramps everywhere I couldn't live without
could this be love
and those who say they did
and try to say they know
they never really know
if they never really did
and if you really did
then it doesn't matter anyhow
doesn't matter
could this be love