Doesn't matter how much I hate wine, I still want to share a bottle of Chardonnay with you,
or maybe we could replace it with Bourbon, because you know I love it just as much as you do.
If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn unconditional love for you,
but I know people don't fall in love that way and I'm just glad you remember to text when I need you to.
You'd think I'm a mess, call me a child and laugh at my clumsiness. But you'd also call me your girl and those two words rock my world.
And I would babble around for hours to you, until I bore you to sleep,
And when you're gone I'd scold other people's ear about you,
because you're my favorite subject and because you said you were mine to keep.
And yeah, I might not remember how we met, and I might have forgotten what color your eyes were,
but at the end of day you're there, somewhere, and to me, that's the only thing that would ever matter.