Pieces Of My Heart

Reasons

I could never explain what it was that pulled me to you.  Perhaps it was because you touched me the same way you touched your guitars. Perhaps it had something to do with the way you tap your feet when you're bored, or the callouses on your fingers from playing the guitar, or that tooth you chipped when you were 10. Or maybe it was because the world became invisible to my eyes every time you stepped on stage and crooned into the microphone. Or maybe I fell for your brown eyes that lit up when you talk about rock music or the way you frowned when someone said something derogatory about a woman. But it can not be summed up in just a few words. That is all I know. All I know is that I choose you, chose you. For better or for worse, for better and for worse. I choose you, I chose you.