You ought to know that every bit shows
I like you free, we feel you breath
and why should I?
I still love you, feeling fonder
left wounded, I can't love you
and we believe a fonder real
pulls in a catch to big to feel
I love you somehow, and it's better,
it works out, it calms me down
I'm glad I know you
and happiness, it does exist
a bottled note that this is it,
in feeling warm like no one does
I love you when your still in it
so hold me hire, I caught you
you caught me and this I see
I'm blind, and I'm fixed and fine and,
ripe and stained, and washed, and dried.
Meet me there to see the rest
its already half dead
proving you made it happen
after its done I'll already be there
giving you a "glad to see you made it in"
beauty holds a place for you in my head
and I'm sure of a name I wont know
how could I and I see that I show I wont hide