IHOP Song

I would like to feel the grass
With my toes, every inch in this mile of a day
I would like to hold you close
In a post-pandemic, not-at-all-platonic way

I would have like to have met John Denver
Before the jet plane carried him away
I would like to take your hand
As we walk from this otherwise productive workday

I don't give a shit about deadlines
I can't come to grips with my death
I won't bother breathing down my own neck
So long as I still have breath

I would like to stay parked here
At this stoplight, until the red gives way
I would like to sit next to you
In the back of the IHOP on Federal Way
What do you say?
Oh, what do you say?



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Pineda
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