It's the little things you do
That I know are for me
I want to believe they are for me
Even when they're not.
False pretenses wouldn't even matter to me now
And I don't know how I got to this place
But I can't complain, I'm happy,
And it's been a while since I could truly mean it
When I say it
I like it, I love this feeling
I first considered surrending,
But oh, what a sweet surrender it has become
You don't have to be the one
As long as you promise,
To let some of yours become mine,
To dedicate a bit of your time
To your temporary miss.
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