from a few months ago...
well, this time i done some thinking
and i think i'm done with you
'cause until i get to leaving
it's just the same old me too
well, your mama's gonna cry her eyes
there ain't gonna be no wedding day
what's she gonna say?
when i tell her how i had no choice
the same old you couldn't even raise your voice
and ask me to stay
i wouldn't anyway
...to now
just like the fringe on my boots
you move with every step i take
you walk in front of me to make sure
that i don't fall and break my own heart
'cause with you i could never
just like the leather on my saddle
we get prettier with time
together in the weather
shiny on the other side
polished and changed for the better
with you i'm safe
i follow you just like a shadow
only closer
and if you get tied and bound
i'll find a way to free your hands
i'll wash them clean
of everything but me
sometimes you might get thirsty
so i'll catch the rain
just like the ice in your glass
i'll rattle when you need a drink
you'll never run dry of love or anything
you make me feel like i'm the only girl in the whole wide world
i wanna hold you like a handful of diamonds and pearls
that i guard with my life or die trying
i'll keep you safe
so there's my story in the words of miranda lambert. this time, i think her words do my story much more justice than mine could. i've lost but also found. and those lies, they continued to push and push and push me until i had nowhere else to go but away. sometimes it takes the bad to realize you've got something better. and the better makes you better too... feeling more special, more taken care of, more yourself, and more at home.
...everything is better with you.
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