We’re different yet the same, yeah almost the same names...
Situation sometimes stiffer than rigor mortis... daym...
Sometimes it feels lame like a fifty chorus... just saying...
However, we do define love in the Thesaurus...
Yes we do, we belong together...yes we belong together
Like Scofield popping up in a Mariah video, rather-
Be that scene, than breaking out of it... naah, no disaster
We’re just growing towards each other faster
That’s why we be fighting like people who know each other for ages
Our love bound to be fresher like how Benjamin Button ages...
It’s funny how we fight ‘bout the Benjamin’s....
Having too much pride, wanting to pay for the others sins
We say so much, yet not enough when it comes down to love...
I guess we’re both afraid of making the first step...
Not the first step down, but the first step to the future, faster..
We know we already chose, yet we don’t address the latter....
Climbing up and cleaning those windows...
Those windows... windows... windows...
The Windex clutched between the thumb and index let the wind show
How our love moves the air and makes sure that the wind blows...
I guess I should show my love and my words should leave no stone unturned
I know our show is just about to start and go on forever as the world turns...