The Shack

So many things I should say
But I’m afraid you won’t feel the same way
I wish I could say you don’t know how much I love you
But that wouldn’t be honest because we both know how much I do
And I wish I could taste the breath off your lips
I wish I could feel you under my fingertips
I wish I could turn up the volume on your favorite track
I wish I could trace circles in the small of your back
And I wish I could feel what it’s like to be inside you
Then I would know all the things you’ve been through
I wish I could get out of bed while trying not to wake you up
I wish we could drink coffee out of the same cup
It would be nice to wake up in bed
With my shoulder under your head
If you’re the one that made me bleed I don’t want to stop
I will just lay there until the last drop
I wish that there were never a single doubt
I wish I could say these things and you wouldn’t freak out
I wish I could look in your eyes and not have to blink
I wish I could live in the moment and not have to think
And I wish I could brush away the hair from your face
While your head is in my lap so they won’t be out of place
I wish I could say these things and so much more
I thought I was in love with you but I’ve been wrong so many times before
We didn't build our shack of straw, that much we had learned
But we built our shack from wood and stood by while it burned
So you went out and built a shack with other men
And I've built a house of brick that you cannot get in

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