We all know the type
The type that tells you it's okay
That they will love you anyway
They will always be there
When the love feels like air

You believe them when they say
Words that grow the spark
Hold you tight in the dark
A hand that holds with love
While wearing leather gloves

One day it's fast, next day it's slow
A sudden mystery it feels
It makes you hunt for trails
Of why the sudden love goes cold
And why you suddenly feel old

Outgrown are we? I feel that
Words are shallow holes now
Telling you, you know how
Much I love you in the dark
But it's still black, without a spark
No pushing back, I can't reveal
What it is I fear
For I'm afraid
I'll push you farther away