You Make Me

You make me want to write you a poem
You make me want to write you a song
But I’m just stuck saying your name
Because everything else comes out wrong
Woah oh oh
Woah oh
Woah oh oh
Woah oh oh oh

Everything feels like a dream
And I can’t help to think I’m asleep
I woke up and thought I saw you lying next to me
But that can’t be, I don’t think
I don’t think you’d be here
I don’t think you’d be here
But I think you’re here

Everything feels like a movie
I can’t help to think this ain’t right
I turned and thought I felt you kissing me
But that can’t be, in my life
I don’t think you could be mine
I don’t think you could be mine
But I think that you’re mine

Should I write about the way your hair is on my pillow
The way it follows me around
Should I write about the way you take my hand
The way you make me feel found
I could write about the way everything’s okay
When you’re here
I could write about the way I want to say
Sweet nothings in your ear

Lyrics by Anne Dorko

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