And god
When you give me that look
My heart turns soft
And the floors start to shake
All I can think about
Is how I just can't wait
My fingernails rake your back
And all you do is smile with tact
I think about Sunday mornings
The way I rot in bed
But with you here
I'd have no dread
Maybe I'm just a childish girl
Obsessed with love, in any source
But when I was young
It only ever came in the form
Of holes in the walls
And glass on the floors
Your eyes are so soft
And you've fallen for me
Somehow just maybe, someday we'll be