it was late march the smell of spring sneaking its way in
driving a ways away, to and from the ocean
sound of the semi trucks driving by
look to the side catch a glimpse of your eye
reading stories to you in the way that i do
simply nothing in the world can fill me like you
the scent of your neck and the touch of your hands
this all comes so easy for me to understand
the curl of your hair, the stubble on your chin
12345 gimme your heart, i win.
