You never change.
I don’t ask you to.
I’d rather have half of you,
Than nothing at all.

You’re the mess I don’t want to clean.
The smell of cigarette smoke, in my hair,
From the night before.
You’re a movie night,
Curled on the couch
Or a night out,
Slurred words,
Stolen kisses,
And forgotten promises.

You give me a thrill I’ve never had before.
You make me want more
And for as much as I want more,
I’ll never ask you to change.

Because I fell for you,
For who you are,
Not for who you could be.
Just promise me that you’ll keep me handy,
For the nights that get too lonely.
I’ll be there.