Let me see that crooked smile,
that lights up your face.
And lights up your brown eyes,
that remain curious yet reserved so often.
That wild tangled hair
always in a mess,
but that's how I love it.
Your voice so smooth,
always talking so low, and so sure.
Can I hear another one of your jokes?
The ones that are so pointless,
that I can't seem to get enough?
Can I sit here,
and talk about the things that make me crazy?
Crazy because they always remind me of you.
And you think I wouldn't mind,
but I do.
Just a little bit.
And only because if I keep thinking about you,
I might fall for you.
And I don't want to fall for someone I can't have.
