You've got me thinking about how you look at 4am,
and how much milk you pour in your coffee,
and how my hand fits in yours.
You've got me thinking about all the places I want to go with you,
and the things I want to show you,
and the look on your face when you see it all.
You've got me thinking about being wrapped up in you,
and the way you taste,
and how your lips feel against mine.
You've got me thinking about all this thinking,
and thinking that I'm thinking too much,
and thinking asdfghjkl
because all I can think about is you.