Love is weird - Nash Grier

Stop and think of something WEIRD that you do,I look and read that note you left me every morning, Still remembering that you asked for tea, Memorizing the curves of your face,Wanting to kiss your lips,In case you woke up and moved back,Just in the random chance that it is my last shot, Picturing a fantasy that will most likely never be true.It's WEIRD how I can be so in love and yet so scared,In the end I would trademy world to watch you smile. Nash grier