I want the house with the burning
bush in the front
falling asleep in each others arms
waking up at ungodly hours
and looking at your beautiful face.
I don't know if you're thinking
about me
or even in the same way
but I'm here and
I'm ready
but I'm falling apart.
I won't last for long
but I'm trying
and I'm holding on.
I'll never let you go
don't you dare let this go
because you told me you want to
lay your head down every night
in this broken house
and that's enough to fight for.
The feeling that happened
the lift in the chest,
that should be enough.
Worth it all.