this... this is my ISH.
fell in love with it the first time i heard it.
had to share it with you guys in case you've been missing out.
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love. Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love. Or hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love. Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name. And s*** I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep, and wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love. Or who loves the other more. Or what she’s doing this exact moment. Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts. Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could hurt so much when she’s not there. And s*** I love not knowing where this love is headed type love. And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes all around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love. And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love. And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel.
And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love. Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves. And just like in high school I want to spend hours on the phone not saying s***. And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me. And smell her all up in my covers type love. And I want to try counting the ways I love her, and lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again. And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries, even though they ain’t really anniversaries, but doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love. And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays when her number's dialed into it type love. And talk to you until I lose my breath. She leaves me breathless. But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something allows me to talk to her longer. ‘Cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves. And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are. I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time to love you as long as I’d like to type love. And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love. And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well, maybe not all of the hair. Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my mustache, but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her.
And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now. So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car. Just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated, then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love. I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is. But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with.
i want THAT type love.
♥g
fell in love with it the first time i heard it.
had to share it with you guys in case you've been missing out.
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love. Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love. Or hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love. Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name. And s*** I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep, and wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love. Or who loves the other more. Or what she’s doing this exact moment. Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts. Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could hurt so much when she’s not there. And s*** I love not knowing where this love is headed type love. And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes all around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love. And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love. And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel.
And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love. Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves. And just like in high school I want to spend hours on the phone not saying s***. And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me. And smell her all up in my covers type love. And I want to try counting the ways I love her, and lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again. And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries, even though they ain’t really anniversaries, but doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love. And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays when her number's dialed into it type love. And talk to you until I lose my breath. She leaves me breathless. But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something allows me to talk to her longer. ‘Cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves. And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are. I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time to love you as long as I’d like to type love. And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love. And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well, maybe not all of the hair. Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my mustache, but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her.
And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now. So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car. Just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated, then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love. I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is. But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with.
i want THAT type love.
♥g
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