Wanna know how to know when you got it bad?
When you have no other choice but to love the one you love with no discretion?
You know, the one that calls you baby and you call him home and not cause you're super cool or ghetto or anything hip like that but because when he calls you your phone says home calling and you know that’s true.
Oh yes, you know you got it bad when that one, that you love with no discretion sneezes a shower across the room never once even trying to turn his head and each time you wipe the spray from your shoulders or wherever pretending not to be grossed out you never once say I'm going to cut off your nose next time you sneeze on me.
Yep, you know you got it bad when that one, that one you love because you have no other choice but to love the one you love with no discretion, you know the one that walks ahead of you until he remembers he's not alone then grabs your hand saying Come on baby pulling you across the middle of the street when you're not convinced it's safe but still you allow yourself to be dragged because that's how bad you got it.
The one, the one that says meet me on the other side of the planet and you hop on a plane hoping for window seats on your numerous flights so you can lean against them as it takes you two days to get there just for the opportunity and gift and pleasure of sleeping with him hoping he's not too tried to fuck you.
Oh yeah, you know you got it bad you have no other choice but to love the one you love with no discretion when you understand he has to finish a thought no matter what.
When he’s the one that holds your memories.
When the smell of him brings you to tears.
When he knows just when you need to be held, just when to be quiet.
How he waits to take you with him to sleep.
He knows just when to listen to you, when to take charge, when you need coffee in bed or a glass of champagne, a jacuzzi, a steak dinner or a trip to visit your family.
How he wants to give you everything you want, packing just the right picnic with baguettes, white wine, shrimp and homemade cocktail sauce, will run across town to find your lost scarf.
Who worries about your my mom as much as you do.
Who loves your son as much as you do.
Always, always puts you first.
Never rubs your nose in it when you're wrong.
Says you're beautiful and loves your smile, your laugh.
Always listens about your work, your complaints, your worries like they're his own, like a best friend would.
Who kisses like he means it.
Who wants to die with you in his arms.
Who says you've never been safer and you know it's true.
and you got it bad
with no other choice
and with no discretion.