crazy beating like a drummer gone spastic
like the dog's tail when he's beside himself with excitement
sometimes i'm positive it will cause an explosion
so just figuring ways to let it out
because all my utterances feel so inadequate.
because all my utterances feel so inadequate.
i like when you come home
i like when you're next to me
all is right with the world, even if it isn't.
and the little brushes of the hand, i still notice
i climb inside your head every so often
and keep getting surprised when i find myself there.
it's not la vie en rose...
but it all does just look and feel a little different
a little better.
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