So we treat our love like a firefly. Like it only gets to shine for a little while. Catch it in a mason jar, with holes in the top, Running like hell to show it off. • • • It's funny how time and distance change you. The road you take don't always lead you home. You can start a love with good intentions, You look up and it's gone.
She's "I want a piece of chocolate," "Take me to a movie," She's "I can't find a thing to wear" and, now and then she's moody. She's a saturn with a sun roof, with her brown hair ablowing. She's a soft place to land, and good feeling knowing, that She's everything I've ever wanted, everything I need. I talk about her, I go on, and on , and on. She's everything to me. -Brad Paisley Format: wittygirl2010
I don't want to say that we'll last forever or that we're going to get married some day, because how am I supposed to know? I want us to be real, I want to wait. I can't promise that I'm always going to be the perfect girl. I've messed up before, and we're people, it's going to happen again. I can't just stop wanting you, we've been so close for so long. What I can say is that you make me feel like a princess when you pick me up just to put me back down on the couch. I can say that you drive me crazy when you kiss me on the cheek and on the neck. That you make me want to grab a hold of what we have, knowing that maybe we fit together like a puzzel.
It hurts standing here, With you less than a foot away from me. Knowing that you barely are looking at me Because you can't stand what I do. You can't stand that I've proven myself unfaithful. It hurts because I want you so bad, you and only you. It hurts to admit that I'm wrong, It all hurts more than I would've ever thought. Because babe, I'm wrong, I do wrong, And I don't deserve you sometimes. But you stay with me, So when I let you down, I feel like I let us down. And all I can do is look up at you, And barely speak, Whispering... I'm sorry.
Even though I have you all to myself, I still want you. I want you to come up behind me and hug me. I want you to kiss me when I'm in the middle of talking. I want you to kiss me on the cheek, on the forehead. I want to hear your laugh in my ear, feel your breath on my neck as we sit in your basement, staring at the blank TV. I want your lips, on mine. I want those sweet afternoons in my room. I want you to see me and be proud. I want you to think I'm beautiful. I want you to know that I support you and I'll always be here for you. I want you to be nice to my brother, to come over for dinner. I want you to wait. I want you to whisper to me that I'm beautiful, I want you to whisper that you miss me when we don't see eah other. I want you to see our relationship as something that will grow to something bigger than it is. You are you. I am me. I have you all to myself, yet I still want you.