Beautiful Blue

God damn, I sure think that you're something pretty.

Take the time to listen and believe me.

Speaking of you comes so easy, that's why it's hard when I know I'm leaving.

Cause we hate these damn goodbyes and the strip on the door that makes that noise.

Always left wanting more, picture your curvature.

There's something about the way you move your eyes, beautiful blue.

You make me feel alive. The flow of your hair as its entwined in mine.

Press you against myself and close my eyes.

I know that it's tough and you're hard on yourself but you look far better than anyone else.

And the scent that I get when I "breathe you in"- I feel like John was onto something.

Beautiful breakdown, your head's got the spins.

Running the course, It'll ache til it ends.

Sit on the bed and I'm holding your hand as we wait for the calming effects to kick in.

There's something about the way this just feels right, like free-falling with no fear of height.

And we'll fall asleep against the T.V. light, another repeat of what we did last night.

There's something about you.