Just Fine

This is a song I've been working on for a bit. The video is a bit rough. I've been sick, and I'm not a great singer to begin with. I hope you enjoy still!

Your way with words is the way to my heart.

I can't wait until the day is through, so I can count off another with you.

Sit somewhere with your cold feet. I want your body close to me.

My fingers will always be through your hair. I want everything you are.

I know your butterflies keep escaping through the holes in your heart.

There were too many for too long.

But the old ones died and they were never replaced.

How about I be the one to brush my hand across your face?

To feel is to feel.

To taste is to taste.

To see is to see, and I see my mistakes.

I want to keep you warm.

I need to keep you mine.

Your eyes make me melt.

And that's just fine.

My clothes never got the chance to smell like your perfume.

You always thought something was wrong with the way I always assumed

You were mad, you were upset, but if we gambled my assumptions, I'd win that bet

I know you're broken and tired.

I know your stomach can't take this feeling, and you're tongue tied

But just to see you smile, I would've died

I know just what you're feeling, I know you better than you know yourself

If you were my girl, you'd be top shelf.

I know your butterflies keep escaping through the holes in your heart.

There were too many for too long.

But the old ones died and they were never replaced.

How about I be the one to brush my hand across your face?

To feel is to feel.

To taste is to taste.

To see is to see, and I see my mistakes.

I want to keep you warm.

I need to keep you mine.

Your eyes make me melt.

And that's just fine.

Always checking up on me. You're the one that needs an "are you okay?"

You know I can't swim, but I'd wade water for you.

Every second away from you feels like my lifetime.

I love your taste in music, and I need your crime.

Cause you stole my heart, and a couple of diamond rings.

But compared to that smile, these are all material things.

So don't slip from my sweaty hands, and don't run I can't catch up.

If I told you 50 times that "I love you," you'd follow with 50 "shut ups."

The End

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