Sunday, April 4

this isn't like

i like the way you say my name
whether a sultry nighttime coo or "little bear"
both incite in me a lil' flame
it's the mouth that's talkin', not the moniker

i like the way you call me out
on my shit when i'm a dick
and i admire without a doubt
the strength with which you put up with it

i will take all your self-consciousness
and scatter it like ashes because
this isn't like, this isn't like

then all the fear and lack of trust
oh, it crashes into like
and this is love, this is love

i like the way you hold a spoon
washin' dishes rinse it end to end
and how you have to know that soon
i'll sidle up behind you, bury my head

i like the way that you're so small
a hug from me envelops your whole being
and that tiny frame, that hinted drawl
hides a heart so big it engulfs me

i will take all your self-consciousness
and scatter it like ashes because
this isn't like, this isn't like

then all the fear and lack of trust
oh, it crashes into like
and this is love, this is love