when you've got no time to save anyone but yourself, you better believe you're worth it, and you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. we've managed to muddle through the awkward stages of "i like you" and "do you like me?" and when we both said yes life became a multiple choice test; not knowing anything, we became each others best guess. and holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. i don't have to study you to be sure you were the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were.
and like the best idea i'll ever have, i want you to occur to me daily. and i'm sorry, but i want to kiss you every time you have something incredible to say. but you're beautiful, beautiful in a "you" kind of way. you're like the long lost vinyl of louis armstrong, and i want to play you and play you until it skips. i want to tell you a secret and i want you to listen with your lips. i want my hands on your hips like they are on their final resting place, and put that funeral onto paper so you can trace their lifetime back to the fact that i'm more inclined to find a space in your heart to haunt for as long as you want me to. i'll rattle chains up and down the halls of you.
and this isn't the greatest romance of the world has ever seen. lets face it, we've been making out to songs about break up and heartache. but i've come to realise that romance should be less like a flower, and more like an earthquake. and i'm not saying i want to shake cities to the ground. i'm not saying i want the rubble that remains to become a lost and found where we find the kind of tolerance it takes to rebuild in the face of tragedy. because i'm tired of living in a world that says people only come together when faced with catastrophe. i want you to want me to be the me you see when i'm free to be the me that got me next to you.
and as for romance? well, i want that too. i want to fall asleep next to you 100 times a night, so i can know you 100 times better before we hit the daylight. and despite all of this, i also want amnesia, so i can relive each kiss with a perfect newness that leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. i want the sky to fracture under the impossible weight of an apology, because i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i want so much. i'm sorry that i'm using "i'm sorry" as a crutch to lean on for so long. but if you sing me that song of sweet logic again, then i promise to make the effort to stand on my own. there is a reason that our hearts are more like a muscle, and less like a bone. i've known so many people who have grown up flexing in front of mirrors and falling for their own reflection, as if that's adequate. but that's bullshit. because we only get now until the time we go, and if they've only got time to love themselves then nobody is going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo.
so don't expect an apology when i tell you i'm only held together by a heart that pumps blue, it's the strongest muscle in my body and i'm flexing it for you.
and like the best idea i'll ever have, i want you to occur to me daily. and i'm sorry, but i want to kiss you every time you have something incredible to say. but you're beautiful, beautiful in a "you" kind of way. you're like the long lost vinyl of louis armstrong, and i want to play you and play you until it skips. i want to tell you a secret and i want you to listen with your lips. i want my hands on your hips like they are on their final resting place, and put that funeral onto paper so you can trace their lifetime back to the fact that i'm more inclined to find a space in your heart to haunt for as long as you want me to. i'll rattle chains up and down the halls of you.
and this isn't the greatest romance of the world has ever seen. lets face it, we've been making out to songs about break up and heartache. but i've come to realise that romance should be less like a flower, and more like an earthquake. and i'm not saying i want to shake cities to the ground. i'm not saying i want the rubble that remains to become a lost and found where we find the kind of tolerance it takes to rebuild in the face of tragedy. because i'm tired of living in a world that says people only come together when faced with catastrophe. i want you to want me to be the me you see when i'm free to be the me that got me next to you.
and as for romance? well, i want that too. i want to fall asleep next to you 100 times a night, so i can know you 100 times better before we hit the daylight. and despite all of this, i also want amnesia, so i can relive each kiss with a perfect newness that leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. i want the sky to fracture under the impossible weight of an apology, because i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i want so much. i'm sorry that i'm using "i'm sorry" as a crutch to lean on for so long. but if you sing me that song of sweet logic again, then i promise to make the effort to stand on my own. there is a reason that our hearts are more like a muscle, and less like a bone. i've known so many people who have grown up flexing in front of mirrors and falling for their own reflection, as if that's adequate. but that's bullshit. because we only get now until the time we go, and if they've only got time to love themselves then nobody is going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo.
so don't expect an apology when i tell you i'm only held together by a heart that pumps blue, it's the strongest muscle in my body and i'm flexing it for you.
