I tried desperately to memorize your every move, but my memory ain't what it used to be.
I'm just looking for a place to stay-- I was hoping it could be your heart. I've been running, I've been searching, and I'm tired of wondering why nowhere feels like home... but you. Can I stay in your heart and rest there? Make a home and a life there?
It's the little things-- a surprise text or picture, fixing my toothpaste, pouring my coffee and leaving room for milk
If I could find the words, I'd probably still be afraid to say them... hanging on this moment til I scare you away...
Get into a routine just to hide the monotony.
Screaming 'I love you' in my head. I wonder if you can hear it as I hold your hand, trying to pass my thought into you through this simple touch...
I think of The Pact when I think of this... Chris says that he holds her and makes love to her, not knowing the best way to give her pieces of his own soul to patch hers...
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