i feel most at home when he's by my side
but it's selfish, really, and he has so much pride
what's scary is that i see myself in him
not like that, you perv, but that's how i've been
stuck in this rut, of imagining us together
watching the storm and enjoying the weather
i know we should stop, let go of the white
but the familiarity seems cool & i'm just not quite
ready to give up, to leave it be
but i'm always reaching for him, even though there's a fee
the unspoken baggage that i bring to the plane
we're flying "for free" but what does that mean?
bouncing off each other, trying to find the right time
to blow shit out the water, to really make him mine
or maybe he won't, with too many difference to count
of maybe we're perfect, the perfect dismount
step off that high horse, bearing the symbol of christ
come down to my level and i'll treat you real nice
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