There is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with my LIFE. I KNOW this, and it SCRARES ME so COMPLETLY that I can not say. Something separated us together, something GOD put there. Something MADE ME look at you, SOMETHING SCARES ME. For me, a broken bouquet of timeless tales, for you a skeleton sketch of scars For me, a dozen drunken dreams of devotion, for you a moment of truth unfolding. I will never be good enough I WILL never be good enough This LOVE is so unfamiliar and everything ELSE drifts away. I want to see you smile, sunshine, and bits of candy cane. I want to feel your laugh, slap the air. I want to taste your memories, to lap up your silver stories like decadence. I want to hear you squeeze the last drops of unfamiliarity from between us, and stop this tip toe talk that chimes in a hollow floor. But more than all of this, more than God, I want you to be happy.