Ive never quite been so good with small talk,
I\'m a very big thinker,
And when your mother asks what do I want to do with my future,
I don\'t quite know how to tell her,
I don\'t quite know what to tell her,
I have spent my life searching for a way to be happy,
A way to be content,
So when your mother asks me what I want to do with my future,
I know she\'s looking for me to say that I have big plans,
But I\'ll be honest I\'ve never been the best planner either,
I know that when I see your eyes mine brighten,
And when I see your smile I grow metaphorical wings,
I know that your hand in mine feels like something that deserves time,
And that is something I\'d like to do with my future,
As of now I don\'t know where I\'m going,
I have no idea where the finish line to the race that is my life is located,
I have no idea when I\'ll get there,
Nor the hills or canyons between it and I,
But I do know I want you there,
I want you to come with me,
And after every hill we can stop and have a picnic,
Where we can look into eachothers eyes and get lost the same way my brain does when your mother asks me what I want to do with my future,
Until she snaps me back into reality and I answer,
\"I don\'t know.\"