Did you know you smell like home? I can't really describe it any other way, It's something so you, And sometimes I'll catch it in the air and remember nights spent in your basement and my backyard and our endless kingdom. I wonder if it's normal to recognize scents, Not too unlike the warm and sweet air in the kitchen where cookies are baking Except I always feel a little bad Because i haven't quite convinced myself it's okay to love you this much.
And do you notice The weight that fills the silence When i take too long to send a short reply with any simple message? It takes a lot for me to stop To keep a clear head If I don't focus I might slip up and call you baby Darling, sweet, my love
Gotta get it into my thick skull somehow You are not my love You are not my love You are not my love And you are not my home I backspace, can't call you baby I know, I know It's too much I'm sorry