...I came to you with best intentions...

She says: "Don't you think there's an age limit to finding your reflection in Dave Matthews lyrics? Somewhere near the end of high school maybe?"
I say: "No, no I don't. Clearly, I don't".

On that note:

Hey my love, you came to me like wine comes to this mouth
Grown tired of water all the time

So exciting but not even a little bit sensible, edgy and rich to get drunk on; nothing like the lake-smooth personality of the one I'm maybe-soon-to-be-seeing. Problem, problem, problem...