I'm getting to like this feeling
I'm getting to enjoy the away time
I'm finding that you make me relax
You allow me to see things
In a less negative way
I'm less vulgar with you
I'm more sarcastic, I don't know how to fight
I don't know how not to walk away
I don't know how to actually listen
To what you have to say
when we are not agreeing
When you look me in the eye
And try to tell me what you are feeling
I'm not used to having someone express
themself to me, I'm use to a blank surface
I'm used to fighting with myself
I'm used to screaming to be heard
with you I don't need to scream,
I barely have to raise my voice
You hear what i have to say
you laugh when i need you to laugh
And i'm sure you would hold me if i was crying
You would be my best friend, never my enemy
You would love me the way I so need to be loved
You would allow me to love you.
You would be happy in a three bedroom house
beautifully Landscaped by us
made our own, our white picket fence out side
Bruno in the back, the cats inside.
The kids playing together, us on a bench
watching our happiness surround our kids.
I'm getting to like this feeling
I'm getting to the point where
I think i can be a good person with and for you
I can be me, and you want nothing else
you just want me, my hangups, my bullshit
And i can happily say I want all of you.
From you feet up to your mouth, every inch of you I want.
