I hope I’ll always be what you want,
At work, when we’re old or in Paris with a croissant.
I hope your heart will be my home,
At work, when we’re old or in Rome.

I knew I loved you long before I said it,
Maybe I was scared a little bit.
Scared to fall in love for the first time,
Like I was committing some kind of crime.
So scared of caring about someone more than me,
The small things like using the word “we”

I care about you more than our situation allows me to,
Trapped in a glass box I can only see through.
You’re so beautiful but your looks don’t stand a chance compared to the beauty of your soul,
Without you I’m cold and alone in an empty hole.

You’re in a foreign land,
Three days left and I’ll hold your hand.
But there will be so much more,
You’re the one I adore.
My beautiful butterfly,
The one that makes me shy.

I write this from a lonely place,
A sad smile on my face.
I’m thinking of you and me,
How I want us to be.
The last kiss I felt from you,
The way it always feels new.
The last hug we shared,
Those hazel eyes, the last time I stared.
Looked into them without fear,
Fingers on your neck brushing your ear.

I want to spend the rest of my sunsets with you,
Every kiss under a sunset will feel new.
You’re my home, my whole world,
The only place I want to live.
There’s so much love I want to give.
Close to you, that’s how I want my life to be,
Under a sunset or by the sea.

Everything that you are is enough,
Lately my thoughts of you have been tough.
Your voice sounds like heaven, but hurts like hell.
The ache in my heart, can’t you tell?
Like a favourite song, I can’t get you out of my head.
I’m barely holding on, hanging on by a thread.