You've got a sensibility to you
And the way you croon
As you strum and finger
The strings of your guitar.

I make you a little bit nervous
You throw my antics back into my claws
I take them and eat them up.

You make me wanna be sweet
With your demure appetite
What feels like a simple satisfaction
For whatever this is
That we have found.

I spent a couple days worrying
And overanalyzing
While buried in my doubt
And projecting my fears influenced by the past
You've hung tight.

I'm not sure where this
Where we are
But I want to keep doing it
And I want to keep doing it with you.

That is all I know for now.