Million Thought up Ways to Tell You I Love You

It's hard not to be able to reach out my hand and brush the day’s lipstick off your lips, to feel your body's quiver through my fingertips as you lift up your hand to coexist with mine against your cheek as I move in and pull you close too ask you about your day.

To be right where we're supposed to be, magnificent, significant, capturing our story in every verse of each song listened to on the hood of your car. Tastes of each other against our lips, scars on our hearts from a young start.

Vancouver sleep clinic on the radio captures a million thought up ways to want to tell you I love you before you walk away, but safe behind my flaws my words are stayed.

You might call it a conscience, that this fantasy couldn't be memory, even if it be one so distant…