i lost myself in the ways of the world
but i found myself in the blues and greens of your eyes
the curve of your smile when you're trying not to laugh
the way your body feels against me late at night as im falling asleep
and the way your hands feel when your touch is the first thing that registers into my mind in the morning
the way the smoke rolls off your lips when you're smoking a cigarette
the look in your eye when you're taking in my presence
the feeling of your smile when our lips are pressed together
i've found a bit of myself in all of these things you do
and when you leave it's gonna be like losing myself all over again
and i'm not sure who i'll miss more, me or you