You got me thinking about how you look at 4 a.m
and how much milk you pour in your coffee.
You got me thinking about the color of your eyes,
and the stories they have to tell.
You’ve got me thinking about the shape of your smile,
the fragrance of your love,
and the sound of your name,
and what it will feel like in my voice.
You’ve got me thinking about all the places i want to take you
and all the stories i want to tell you,
the tears under the laughter and the robust smiles,
and the look on your face when you see it all.
You’ve got me thinking about unstitching your skin,
carving my name in your veins,
and bringing eternity to life,
one day at a time!
You’ve got me thinking about being wrapped up in you,
and the fiery embers when our hands first meet,
and the shape of your head when you bury it in my embrace,
oh, the sweet taste of home!
You’ve got me thinking about empire,
Empires that hollywood failed to build,
And the cracks that shall be in our rusty hands,
from building our place in this world.
You’ve got me thinking about fate,
and what about destiny?
and whether the pens had your name next to mine,
and if happiness shall intertwine the days of our lives.
You’ve got me thinking about love,
and what the hell it is,
A tour to your mind maybe?
Oh, the jewels that i shall find!
You’ve got me thinking about all this thinking,
thinking that i’m thinking too much,
thinking a little too loud.