I know we fight a lot, about things that we ain't got. That's alright, in the middle of the
night, we have a lot. A secure place to be, when you're sleeping by me, lose all
vulnerabilities, forget negativity, temporarily.
I'll be the first to admit, I give you hell, I'm hard to live with. I'm still learning myself
and how to give, To let someone in, that place where I live.
Listen to me, I'm expressing myself, whispering things I won't tell no one else. Telling
the secrets of how my heart beats, sharing the feelings of triumph and defeat, I've had to meet.
It's nice to be able to open up this way, I appreciate that you care what I say, or pretend
to anyway. That's okay, just listen, loving you is not a choice, but a decision.