Scrolling through your old photos, I can't help but crack a smile, and I know that it could be a while, before the world knows what we do when they sleep, and when they work,
I get you all to myself
And you sit on your feet a lot,
Every time we kiss it really hits the spot, secretive even in abandoned parking lots but I wish I had more answers, I know it would be more fitting, but one thing I know is I'm more impressed by it, your senselessness level headed logic
I think heaven for its elasticity to remove you from the big city and let you into my life,
There's new dimensions to your face  this house is becoming my new favorite place