i’d rather be…
I’d rather be the $20 you forgot you had in your wallet, not the person who robbed you, leaving you with nothing.
I’d rather be the person to put you in pain, the kind where you laugh till your stomach hurts. The friend you look forward to seeing, like a piece of chocolate cake waiting for you to come home to or that person you can get loose with sipping on a glass of cabernet, just to take the edge off after a long week.
I’d rather be the stranger that lets you in on my life, like I would at a stop light when you need to switch lanes. I’d rather be the DJ who plays your favorite song only to put a real spin on your day.
I’d rather be the wife who shows off their husband like a new outfit you can’t wait to wear out. The kind of friend who doesn’t leave you on hold but someone you can always get a hold of.
I’d rather be the voice thatis never afraid to speak up even when it’s hard telling the truth. Someone who makes you feel at home in their arms like a fresh pair of sheets on a Sunday morning with a late check out. That person whohas messy hair but their life in order, only to make you see, we’re all in this together.
I’d rather sit next to you on a flight only to make you wonder, why you don’t wander more often.
I’d rather be the person who claps for you the loudest for going after your dreams, even if I’m theonly one who purchased a ticket to your show.
Because I would so much rather be that person you run into on a really bad day who reminds you there’s still good people out there…each capable of teaching you something. Than the person teaching you to be stone cold or to not trust the world.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’d rather be a lucky strike in yourplaying hand than to play any tricks with your soul — I’d ratherbe anything but a bad feeling. Who would you rather be?
