You keep me on my feet
You’re like me, I think that’s pretty neat.
You make my head spin round
In a way that makes me want to keep you around.
The way you speak, your voice is an unfamiliar sound.
I’ve got a lot on my mind
With so many answers I’m still trying to find.
I panic at the thought that I’m running out of time
You hold my hand and tell me that you are already mine.
You brought me light when I was lost in the dark
I take one look at you and know you’ve already left a mark.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
You keep me on my feet
You’re like me, I think that’s pretty neat.
You make my head spin round
In a way that makes me want to keep you around.
The way you speak, your voice is an unfamiliar sound.
I’ve got a lot on my mind
With so many answers I’m still trying to find.
I panic at the thought that I’m running out of time
You hold my hand and tell me that you are already mine.
You brought me light when I was lost in the dark
I take one look at you and know you’ve already left a mark.
I remind myself:
Not everyone is out to get you.
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