I hate how it's never like it should
And I love the way you
Eat breakfast
Or say "what is it" when you get
Lost.

I've spent so much of my life crawling and crawling for that
Feeling of nothing but sticking down
Not getting anything back
And it's been beautiful but never
Correct. Like a like was always shoved off to the side

I've met beautiful people
And touched them and breathed them
But I never met people who danced as silly as you
Or talked so clearly in
Broad daylight, while I skippered
And listened (without effort)

But it's not it at all
And I know where I am and I'm up
(If you only knew the half of it)
So I know I'll end up ok

I would just think it would be cool
If I could be "ok"
With you