I'm going crazy trying to think of new ways to tell you that you're perfect. That your smile gives me a whole new reason for life. Three words match perfectly, with a whole new understanding, but it isn't enough. It doesn't do justice to the way it feels to wake up in up in your arms, or the butterflies I get when you catch my eye. While the search seems impossible, I'm still going to try. But for now I suppose that "I love you" will do.

Take me home
To the place that I know.
Where the grass is greener
And the air smells sweeter.
Take me to Neptunes fountain and the parks and the hills,
Where I can walk down a street without being offered pills.

Take me home
Where I'm never alone.
To the place I adore
And will cherish forever more.
Take me to the racecourse, the promenade and town hall,
Where I bask in bliss under the starlit sky, and deeper still I fall.

We send each other love songs to express what we don't know how to say.
Freaky adolescents in the night but epitomising sophistication by day.
We send each other love songs to express what we cannot conprehend.
The looks of disapproval we'd give when they refer to us as 'friends'.
I tremble under his touch and I linger under his lips
While he takes a deep breath and tells himself to always remember this.

Who are you to interrogate me now that the boots on the other foot? Now that it's you in pain?
You tell me you can't sleep at night, thinking of him and I.
But where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I was driven to insanity by the image of you and her, and the other one?
I've been living lies and faking thrills, yearning for your touch. But you aren't here are you? You're the loose cannon, the spontaneous, adventurous one. I know that about you.
I love that about you,
but where's the security?
What if you change your mind?
What if you don't love me?
What if you just miss me?

I've spent all this time thinking you were toxic for me
But I'm having second thoughts, I'm toxic as can be.
Laying up in bed with a man expecting you to be alone,
And then freaking out the second you don't pick up your phone.
I'm a hypocrite.
I hate myself.
I'm holding his hand.
But when you come to me,
you met some girl,
I'll never understand.
We both made promises we both should have kept
Because the way you make me feel that day I'll never forget.
You said you'd wait for me, said I was worth the pain
And now you come around saying you can't do this again.
I get it.
I ****** it.
Yeah it's always the same.
But it's cool if you're in bed with her and can't remember her name?
That's *******.
You can't expect me not to feel hurt
After all those late night texts telling me I was the right girl,
And that I rocked your whole world.
Now the thing is
Does she make all your senses tingle even when it's only kisses?
Does she write you songs and poems when it's you that she misses?
And ten years from now is it her you picture as your missus?
Let's stop playing all these games.
Stop hiding, there's no shame
In loving when it's us two.
I'm the one you know you're always gonna run to.
You know this makes sense.
Who you think you're kidding? It's us until the end.
It's you who said the one you love most to kiss is also your best friend.

Ten years from now I wonder where we will be. What will we be doing to **** time before time kills us? Strange to think we'll be nearly thirty, the age we spoke of in dread as the old us sat in your hallway smoking cigarette buts from your ashtray.
Remember when we spent those six weeks apart? Remember how much we had grown? Perhaps time changes us just as time heals pain, or so they say.
And why is change so taboo? We needn't feel guilty when our new selves adore one another quite the same as the old. My new inner-city slang is still besotted with your mainstream skinny jeans.
There was that day in the park when I awkwardly ignored the bride and groom that passed us by, followed by the elderly couple, and the toddler on the swings. You asked me how I pictured my future and I shrugged, considering life's unpredictability.
Now I sit by my window, gazing at the golden glow of the city, not knowing what I want for a life of my own, but fantasising of the possibility of a Christmas morning where you unwrap a guitar and spend a lifetime with musical memories, with or without me.