All I Have To Offer Is My Own Confusion.

We are so beautiful together.

The boy is something you can't have prescribed or bottled,

but a dose of him takes away all your problems.

Infinite refills.

Being without him is a nightmare on the skin.

He still swears I'm not insane.

The way his face lights up makes electricity seem secondary.

Jealousy has a vip pass to every room we're in.

I could not feel closer to him if our DNA was fused.

A feeling you want to keep in your pocket.

Somewhere even closer than your heart.

After the last time he picked my spirits off the floor I never fell that low again.

He knows me better than I do and he still wants to stick around.

He's actually proud of me - proud to be with me.

Most people build a home around their dreams, but we've built dreams around our home.

Tonight moonlight crawls in from the window minute by minute inching closer, wanting to be where I am.

Being held to your chest as I pretend to sleep, I hear birds outside that must have flown 15 stories just to get a glimpse, a peek.

Believe me. I can relate.

Laying under sheets and over our heads we always talk about "lost time" but it wasn't really that much of a loss if it got us where we are today.

Baby boy,

take a ride,

with me.

Your lips are pillows for my thoughts to fall asleep on.