You call me beautiful
You treat my feelings like butterfly’s
My heart like it’s made out of glass
And your laugh lingers pin-balling off my nerves  
How can I keep lying to myself
Telling myself my heart doesn’t flutter when you say my name
That I don’t go to bed every night hoping that I dream where me and you are holding hands where our faces are only inches apart our hearts are interlocked and our fingers sewn together
I can’t possibly go on believing these lies I pour myself each morning
Every time I lay down to go to sleep  I imagine your next to me that my skin is skimming yours my arms wrapped around you like bows
Like you’re a present and I won’t dare let anyone else unwrap.
I’d like it if at 3am when I’m sitting alone on my couch listening to love songs
I’d hear you tapping at the door, telling me you love me that when you see the moon outside your window you pity it’s shine because it’s no comparison to my smile
That when you hear music it’s never sweet enough like the sound of my laugh playing with the wind
Tell me the sky will cease to be blue unless you’re with me and I’m with you
That the world is revolving beneath you but you live in space because you’re only treading the ground till you see my familiar face because I’m your world and if you’re not with me then you’d rather be lost in the galaxy.