I'll be an empty canvas
as long as you're the paint
adding color to my madness.

I'll be the midnight sky
as long as you're the fireworks 
and it's the fourth of July.

I'll be an empty stomach
as long as you're the butterflies.
I'll be the void
If you'll be the cries.
The ketchup to your fries.

Can't you see?
*You fill me up so perfectly*.
Like you were made for me
like you and I were meant to be.

You are...

**The feet to my socks
The juice to my box
The tic tok to my broken clocks**.

You are...

*My reason being*.