She\'s going to be the death of me
Softening me up
Like butter in the summer
I hate how she makes me feel
I hate how she knows what I love
I hate that she knows that\'s her
She softening me up
Like ice cream left to the sunbeams
I hate how perfect her hair falls
I hate how her eyes outshine the stars in the sky
I hate how she makes my world slow down
I\'m not softening up
She\'s going to be the death of me
She\'s melting me
Like a candle left in a careful puddle
I love the way her smile lights up the room
I love the way she flushes when i look her way
I love how she melted me