It's ok to come along with me
I'm a steady boat in a raging sea
My arms look weak but they're strong enough for you
The silent promises I'll make, the ones you never knew
There's a storm brewing here but we need the rain
You want a life devoid of struggle and free of pain
That ideal thing, I want it too
But more than anything, what I want is you
See how my fingers fit so right with yours?
How your hands perfectly cover the places I was sore?
Your body, a perfect fit to mine
Did you consider any of this a sign?
Take your advice from movies and songs
The ones that stay in your head all day long
Listen to them, they're quite well-versed
Because you've already heard, the blue-eyed ones are the worst.
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