Oh, it’s what you do to me

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how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

I wish you could change and I wish I could be your inspiration. You’re beautiful. I get you. Know this. I get you.

That night we talked;
we talked about life,
about our times together.
Maybe we aren’t the same two kids
we once were, but some things never change.
Some things last, & even though I didn’t
know what was going to happen
to us or where we were going,
I just knew I couldn’t let you out of my life.