Got This Way

I don’t know how I got this way.
I can’t wait for you to show your face because I can’t replace the way I feel.
You’re one of the many, one of the few to capture my gaze.
I’m not ready to say that you’re right for me, but you just might be.
When you finally touch me and say the things that you do,
that’s when I know that they don’t know me like you do.
I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m glad all the same.

Without question you’ve got my back and my attention if only you knew.
I’ve got it bad for you now, and its getting better in the worst way.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked back trying to trace when I saw you differently.
I can’t figure out when I decided that I’d trade getting closer to you over anything else.
The longer I stay by your side, the less I see reason to leave.

Sometimes I try to breathe on my own and move on.
Sometimes I hold my breath and hold out for you to slip away from everyone else,
and slide into my arms.
The sensation is beautiful as you release me from your hold after a while.
It’s so amazing, the feelings I’ve felt as I think of you.
Sometimes I wonder about you more than I ought to and that’s when catch myself picking apart everything you do and all the lines you’ve said in between.

Is it alright for you to spend your time with someone like me?
There’s a difference in the room when you slip away, so I’m glad that you’re here today.
You’ve been so good to me and I can’t quite articulate it when we’re in the moment, but I’ve got to let you know somehow.
Someday I’ll think of some way to thank you for thinking of me before your own needs.
That’s why I don’t mind doing things for you.
You did things for me that I still can’t believe you did,
that’s why I always want to keep you here for years to come.
I’d give you all of my attention, none of my indecision,
and the rest is what we make of it.
I guess it’s like you always say, nothing’s real except what you feel.
And yet I still don’t know how I got this way, but maybe I don’t need a reason.