My hips hurt from the love that we make.
My mind is spinning
My arms want to be on your body
My legs are tired, why I don't know.
The idea of seeing you again
The idea that this is what I have always wanted
The idea that love songs are now making sense
The idea that this could be what I think it is.
My dog wont stop smelling my shoes
Is he aware of the sweat?
Is he aware that I would love to replace him in my bed for you?
Is he in serious like too?
I can't stop thinking about what you say
I can't stop smelling my skin so I can smell you too.
I can't stop wishing this was the weekend and I could sleep over
I can't stop wanting you near me.
I like our times apart
I like our times together much more.
I like how you hold me
I like how you kiss me.
It's becomming easy again
It's becomming what I need again
It's becomming what I can't live without
It's becomming a thing that when I think about my future I hope you are in it too.
So I drive home, I pass cars, and houses, and wildlife.
I pass a pair of foxes and I wonder how long have they been together?
I pass a cop or two, and I think how fast am I going?
In this life I am not going as fast as I used to go. You help me find the brake pedal.
