I want to scream
I want to yell
But then you do that cute little thing
Where you pull me in close,
and tell me you love me

I try to move on
I try to forget
But I can't help but forgive
Every time you gently cup my face in your hands,
and kiss my pouting lips

You've made me angry
You've walked out on me
But then I hear a knock on the door at 2 a.m.,
and there you are standing with a bouquet of daisies
(you know those are my favorite)

We laugh
We cry
But the good, happy crying,
and it makes me feel the intimacy

This endearment
This relationship
It all seems to be a mess
But I couldn't wish it any less dysfunctional,
and trust me when I say this

I love you.
I love you dearly,
you crazy, crazy boy