because i love you
because i love you, baby, i will hold your hand.
keep your heart in my pocket and my feet in the sand,
with the angels in winter and the dresses in snow
in the songs that you sing when i'm driving slow.
i'll listen, not just hear
you are a bird, my dear.
your wings are broken
i can't mend them
but i can hold my hands right here.
because i love you, i won't kiss you because i feel alone.
i won't touch you, i won't break you,
even though that's all i've known.
you say you're messed up, beat down, and tattered,
you're smudged, you're filthy, you're shattered.
i was the same not too long ago
i felt that i never mattered.
but i see light when you walk by me
and the world smiles when you laugh like that.
i wish the songs i listen to were half as beautiful
as a boy like that.
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