/ sitting in the backseat of the car holding hands
Im rapping to Downtown in a quiet voice
I look over, and hes smiling at me
Not the sly mocking smile of 'i can hear you'
But the smile that makes me feel like air
He looks at me like I've just lit up the sky
Moments like this are when i know
I am worth loving, and god, am i loved /

/ Tears in his eyes he's telling me
He doesn't want to be like his father
I want to breathe my love into his wounds
Mend him and hold him close
But i let him cry quietly into my chest
I hope he hears my heart
And its steady thrum of his name
You will always have a home here /

/ Thumb wars and muffled laughter
I grin triumphant and he grins back
Accepting my teasing and gloat
I'm only quiet when he kisses me
Lips on my neck, on my chest
Hands in my hair, on my waist
Worship. Worship
I know he lets me win /