In a fever dream I saw you, sitting in that field
in Ohio.
It is twenty years ago and I am there too,
Naive, homesick, talking fast and crying faster.

You have come to find me; you have brought 
toilet paper
How did you know my face was leaking? 
I always say the strangest things but

You are not afraid. You do not run away, 
You draw near and hold me when I feel too wild
You stand up for me when I am treated unfairly

You hold my hand and dry my tears and I am
For our summer romance and for you teaching me
I wasn’t too much to love.