Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye, Project VOICE, perform “an orgin story”, the story of how they began. Project V.O.I.C.E. (Vocal Outreach Into Creative Expression) is …
These guys are actually the best.
Baby, you must be an arsonist
Because the second you walked into the room
You set me on fire.
Lit me up like a wax candle
And now I’m melting all over the floor
Because the last girls I watched walk through that door before
and rip-offs of Mandy Moore
(who I adore)
but you, you are so much more.
They are whispers and you are a goddamn roar.
…At least, that’s how I imagine you being if you ever walked into a room that I was also present in.
My heart would pull a Grinch and grow exponentially, inch by inch
Potentially bursting for the way you stole my Christmas accidentally
That’s how it would be:
You: unintentionally turning every head
Me: especially interested in what it’d be like to wake up next to you in bed
Eyes red and dead because we stayed up talking all night
About something stupid I said
and how our lives would have been different if you had walked into another room instead.
…Which is incredibly likely seeing as neither of us have actually walked into the same room at the same time in the first place.
But girl, I promise that if you do happen to appear in my general vicinity
I will do my best to muster the courage to approach you with a vaguely casual but forward enough compliment about your dress
Because babe, I’ve already watched you walk away a hundred times
Me: a mess
And girl I must confess
You are not my first love at first sight but you are certainly the best
Because I never took any of those girls home to meet my parents
But I want to put you to that test
Because my Jewish mom and my lawyer dad won’t rest until I find a girl that can part the red seas
And if you can’t, then no girl can
‘Cause you are the bee’s knees.
Walk through that door.
Set me on fire.
Because lately I’ve been looking for a reason to get out of bed
And I’d rather be dead than believe in a reality where you meet another guy instead.
See I don’t need to see your face
Or know your name
To know that you’re the reason I came into this world.
And if I should die without meeting you, well that’d be a goddamn shame
Because I have a thing for
Arsonists with a sparking smile.
And you are the most beautiful girl that I’ve never seen.
I mean it:
Girl, you can steal my Christmas any day,
Because truthfully, I celebrate Hanukkah anyway.
And I don’t need eight days
The only gift I need
Is the day you come and stay.
I am a damn fool.