My goal is not to call your name until you look at me.
What I want
Is the evidence of you,
Quietly, constantly,
Stamped upon my heart
Woven into my speech
Tangled in my thoughts
Wrapped
Around my wrists
Written in my eyes,
And painted on my cheeks,
So that, if it cares to look,
The world will see
That I do love you.
Yeah,
It's about you.
Yeah, it all is.