Tell me why I feel like I’ve known you forever Like I’ve lain in your arms before Tell me why I don’t hate the things you do the way I hate the things everyone else does Why why why. Seriously. Every time I think of you it feels like love. I want to make your eggs the way you like them and iron your shirts in the morning I need to slow down, don’t I? But I warned you. I’ll push you away or I’ll fall too fast. And I guess we both know which one of those is happening right now. Stranger can you forgive me if it sounds like I know you too well? It’s just that you have been like water when I was feeling soooo thirsty.