I measure everything I use.
My toothpaste, coffee, sauce.
I make sure to have just the right proportion
Cause too much or less isn't good.
Things I share were also calculated
I think a dozen times before I give it
Those gifts, smiles, and kind gestures
I'll be too nice so I limit it, just to make sure.
With you, it's just the same
I try to be normal and keep myself sane
The holding-of-hands, hugs, kisses
Just a few in the morning, and a little bit more for evenings.
But damn this head, the screws got loose
I'm starting to give a billion kisses more,
Grabbing your hands until my fingers get hurt,
And letting my heart open these wounded doors.
Will you give me more or less?
Please give me more, not less.
Will you splurge on me once in a while?
Please waste your love on me every damn time.