Loving you is right
Loving you is wild,
Where I would do anything to see you laugh
And our decisions are spontaneous
Loving you is liberating,
My ribs are a cage and your hands are a key
I hope I never lose it
Loving you is sweet,
It's holding your hands and knowing you hold me
Realizing that you're mine and I'm yours
Loving you is nice,
I thought when you sat close and could barely feel it beating
I could hear yours from a mile away
Loving you is knowing that I can be broken,
That you have a power over me
Everything I am, is held in your hands
Loving you is safe,
"There's nothing to be worried about," you say
And I say it back
Loving you was young,
My heart had slowed, and yours went faster
at different paces, trying to be one
Loving you was right,
but for the wrong reasons
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