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