I like your skin,
I like its warmth and scars and ta
I like that your skin is beautiful
But you’re more beautiful than ski
I like your arms,

I lay pressed against my window ev
That’s the closest I’ll get to yo
And I search for the light in the
I exist for a movement to know you
It seems life is a Fitzgerald nov

There is shattered glass on the fl
There is pottery in my soul, broke
There are acid stains at the top o
There are pieces of dreams, writte
I have no words for your embrace,

He’s hardened, humored, and hortat
He believes in harmonies that can’
I find his brain is anchored in ou
I tried to find him,
On the moon, on the stars,

It takes courage to love someone,
To give your heart to them,
And take theirs in return.
It takes courage to be loved,
To give your naked body to them,

I thought I could forget you,
If I really, really tried,
I could pretend that I had gone,
I thought I could pretend.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do,

He’s so smooth; soft and stupid, 
He’s sardonic, with sadness in his
I find that he isn’t beautiful— 
(Although he’s perfect inside and
That I don’t find him appealing, 

I like a little distance,
Some room to breathe,
An escape route if need be.
I like a little distance,
If I’m still close to you.

You are my universe,
Because you understand
My space—
You comprehend my spin,
The way I revolve.

You’re my gravity.
You pull me back to earth when my
I’m grounded when I’m with you,
I’m stable for the first time in m
With you there are no limits,