GON

She's The One

Somehow, in your brow, I have built a wooden house

And filled it with dreams like love and family and more

For sorrow, I send out the door to keep clean my floors

 

And when you speak, I can dream a happy life for me

The cadence cascades in the way I anticipate

It doesn't really matter what you say anyways

 

How your hips curve and dip allow me to slip

A vision of us dancing in while you're not looking

And I can't see a way to my dying day that I could lose my footing

 

Symmetry and grace, a pretty face is the perfect space

To feel safe, to feel warm, to hide from the storm

I've made up my mind, so you need just to conform

 

Because in your eyes, I've realized what I've always desired

Yet you're shocked when our gaze locks and deep in love I fall

Not for you, but those crystal balls



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