our love is so comfortable and so broken in
sometimes, i wonder what John Mayer would write if he wrote a song about me.
He would write about how how careless i am
and how i laugh and smile at myself when i make mistakes
and probably something about my affection for pj's.
He would write about how i wish i understood more about the world
and how easily i change my mind.
He would write of a love shared with someone who
loves surprises
tries so hard
laughs and cries with the same amount of conviction.
He would write about walks in the park, and sunsets and stars
and how i want so badly to find myself just by looking up to the sky.
I am complicated
and confused by myself.
And deliriously in love.
Someday...
He would write about how how careless i am
and how i laugh and smile at myself when i make mistakes
and probably something about my affection for pj's.
He would write about how i wish i understood more about the world
and how easily i change my mind.
He would write of a love shared with someone who
loves surprises
tries so hard
laughs and cries with the same amount of conviction.
He would write about walks in the park, and sunsets and stars
and how i want so badly to find myself just by looking up to the sky.
I am complicated
and confused by myself.
And deliriously in love.
Someday...