and when i see you smile from the other side of the car,
i can't help but notice all of your freckles
and the way your hair curls at your neck,
but more cliche is the way i can't get your voice out of my head
and when you sing for no reason
is when i see the colors in your eyes and how they know me
and i know them
i never want to hold another man in my arms and grasp his head between my hands
i never want to know the way another man walks or treats his mother
i only want to know your ways and love you 'till the end of days

take my picture at my funeral
i'll be looking peaceful
take your picture at my funeral
i'll be right there with you

Oh, to regress to a child
In a splendid grove gardened
To accommodate growth
The last thing desired '**** ripened

i feel like he loves me
down to my every flaw
and that he would love me
for everything he ever saw
and if i could be
just the least of his worries
to trouble his hair and to
make memorable stories
i'd let him know fiercely
how much i did love him
and kiss him so dearly
our hearts safe to dive in
i feel like i love him
down to his every flaw
and that i would love him
for everything i ever saw