You make me crazy.
Some days I hate everything about you--
The way you snore,
How it takes you ten minutes to put on your shoes,
Losing everything, remembering nothing,
Forgetting to call when you come home late.
Drinking the whole pot of coffee I made
Before I can get even a sip,
After it took me an hour to get you out of bed
In the first place.
Never charging your phone,
Leaving plans to the last minute,
Leaving a trail of your things in my room
So I trip when I get up in the night.
Yes, you make me crazy—
And sometimes, I don’t know how I deal.
But then, you smile
And you hold my hand
Listen to me talk for hours about stupid things
And challenge me when I’m wrong.
Encourage me, help me believe that
My wildest and most outlandish ideas
Are worth chasing.
We can laugh about anything, make anything a game
Yet talk with complete honesty and truth.
You tell me I’m beautiful, and sometimes I believe you.
When I don’t, you tell me anyway
And for that, you know, I’m grateful.
You’re my confidante,
My lover,
My best friend
And everything I have is yours.
Yes, you make me crazy—
But I think you like me better that way.
