Pretty Damn Close

Well, it’s hard to make sense of all these happy thoughts,
and when you smile, it gets harder, gets my tongue all tied in knots,
Still, I guess I’ll give it my best shot…

(One, Two)
I’m the sweetest kind of sore right where you’re sleeping on my chest,
watching your body rise and fall as I take another breath
There are a million other moments, but I like this one the best
And maybe nothing is perfect, but I’d say this is pretty damn close

You found my honesty alarming, said my eyes, my lines were charming,
but I swear I tried to warn you, yeah, I’ll never be a prince
Well, somehow I got the girl, I got to watch you light up my whole world,
And I hope you know that you’re all I’ve wanted ever since

There’s nothing better than those lazy nights
baking cookies, watch stuff we both like
And when you yawn, curl into my side
I reach to the wall and cut the lights

And I’m the sweetest kind of sore right where you’re sleeping on my chest,
watching your body rise and fall as I take another breath
There are a million other moments, but I like this one the best
And maybe nobody’s perfect, but I’d say we’re pretty damn close

I wake up halfway on the ground, you’ve got covers wrapping you around
shower and slip out without a sound, with a kiss for your forehead
I know it’s no proper goodbye, just want to let you rest those tired eyes
Promise when I left your place for mine, my mind stayed with you instead

Yeah, I guess reality’s never ideal,
but it’s a happy fight for that next meal-
I fill my pages, and you work your reels,
and then I fall to bed, wishing I could feel

The sweetest kind of sore right where you’re sleeping on my chest,
watching your body rise and fall as I take another breath
There are a million other moments, but I like this one the best
And maybe nothing is perfect, but I’d say we’re pretty damn close

I know sometimes you think that you should set me free,
and you just want to turn and run and let me be,
But if you think keeping me’s some selfish thing, you won’t get rid of me so easily, love-
‘cause this world feels right when you’re with me

And I’m the sweetest kind of sore right where your head rests on my chest,
watching your blonde bangs rise and fall as you take another breath
If life stayed like this for a while, well I don’t think I’d protest,
And maybe nothing is perfect, but I’d say this is pretty damn close