So this is how it feels to be addicted to something that is not you
I guess you have your similarities;
Neither you nor Clark Kent are for sale... or rent
But there are a lot more differences, from the way you look to the way you make me feel
He's cool, but you make me real.
I live in your eyes. Sometimes, I catch myself looking and wondering: what colour are they today?
It's strangely calming,
Should probably feel alarming. It doesn't, though.
You calm me down just by being on my mind — even when I'm tired and grumpy.
Or you're tired and grumpy.
I wish you were for rent — sale is a little too far-fetched.
Maybe my wish can be stretched.
I know you'd be here in a heartbeat ( like super man )
If only I asked for the heat of your hand.
I love you.
I know you love me too.
I just wonder ...
Do I possess you the way you do me?
— had fun writing this one. Smallville is my new addiction <3
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