it's love, isn't it?
wrap your arms around my waist
keep your hands around my throat
take my freedom and my heart
because baby i can't keep up with these
hurricanes of emotion and hurricanes
of you and your entrancing voice
pull me in and pull in every part
of my disconnected existance
and keep trying to piece me together
because i swear this never ending
bad day goes away when i'm with you
and that we'll get there someday
because you make me want to be
but you want me to be next to you
and i want to be needed by you
so steal all of the stars in my eyes
because darling i know you
love every last constellation
and keep me close to you even
when i push you away because i
only ever want to be closer
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