It's a brush of the hair away from my face
a glance at your shoe and a tucked away lace
no airs required, nor silk or lace
just me and you, our time, our space
it's hours of sports center that I don't mind
when you use the shampoo, that's clearly mine
the stank from your shoes that should be a crime!
you keys, wallet, and pants you never can find
days with no shower, who notices the smell?
our fluctuating weight, who can ever tell?
the burning of bread, OH! it never fails!
we're the seperation between living good and living well.
I laugh at the things we both put up with
that broadcast that true love is far from a myth
that we'll survive the years, we have third, forth, and fifth
you're who I want, who I'll spend my life with.
