I wish I was a tune you sang in your kitchen

Putting your groceries away and washing your dishes

I could roll around your tongue and ease the tension

And then when you were done you'd just quiet down

I wish I was a sweater wrapped around your hips

And when it got too cold into me you'd slip

And when the sun came back you would hang me up

And I would watch you while you undress

But if I get too close

Will the magic fade?

Would I turn you off or away?

If I pull you in

Now would I push you out

Of something here you care about?

Well I'm at a loss for what to do

But I'm drawn to you

I'm not a song

I am not a sweater

I'm not a fire

I am something better

I'm a man in love writing you a letter

Will you take it

Will you keep it

Will you read it

Believe it

I love you

I'm sorry.

the avett brothers. 

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