Its so slow, a drawn out line
Babe, I still don't know what you mean.
if I let you use three words
Which ones would you choose?

Even if you keep walking down the hall
I won't stop my commentary.
I find talking about this kind of thing healthy
and you really don't need to hear it.

You're solid, like you're made of rock
I watch you slip all the time
but you always sort of land, upright
smiling to share your good fortune

That's the beauty that locked me down
The purity of your joy for pulling it off so well
The scent of success whirlwinds in the air.
twinkling Starlight falls as if it were snow

But what keeps me going is the face
the sharpness in the air of a balloon
trying to hard not to pop by seeing me
emerging once more dressed for the next round

So make another snide comment
I'll push you down the stairs
then if you grab my hand, we'll tumble together
blocking the stairwell we'll be Wrestling.

Let the inconsistent cost of living
feed our need to stay together
There is nowhere else I would rather be
Then checking our bruises in the same mirror

I don't need anymore than a this
Bread, Water, radio, a good book, shelter and you.
That's not too much to ask for, right
Cause I just can't bring myself to quit it yet

maybe its the freckles, Those yellow green eyes
or the hint of your natural hair peeking through
we pick our clothes out from the same closet
I wont trade the world for our tiny bed.