You

I don't know when it got like this,
when your name started staying on my mind.
I'll be doing something completely different,
then somehow you come up every time.

And I don't wanna overthink it,
I've done enough of that on my own.
I just know when I don't hear from you,
something about the day feels wrong.

You got a way of getting through to me
without really saying much at all.
And I don't know what it is about you,
but I don't wanna put up a wall between me and you.

Maybe I'm saying too much,
maybe I'm not saying enough.
Either way, when it comes down to it,
you know what's up.

You.
It's always you.

When I got somewhere to be,
you're who I wanna tell.
When I got something on my mind,
you're who I wanna call.

And I could make this sound better,
I could find some prettier truth,
but every time I get honest with myself,
it comes back to you.

You.
It's always you.

Your eyes got a way of changing,
I can't even tell you what shade.
Somewhere in between the green and the light,
then it's different when you turn away.

And I notice your hair sometimes,
dark against the light on your face.
I won't make a whole thing out of it,
I just like the way it looks that way.

And I know I got my own shit,
things I don't always talk about.
You never make me feel like I'm too much,
you just let me figure myself out.

That's something I remember.

I don't need a perfect answer,
I don't need to know what this becomes.
I just know I don't wanna lose
something I haven't even had enough of.

You.
It's always you.

When I got somewhere to be,
you're who I wanna tell.
When I got something on my mind,
you're who I wanna call.

And I could make this sound better,
I could find some prettier truth,
but every time I get honest with myself,
it comes back to you.

You.
It's always you.

And if somebody asks me what it is,
I probably won't know what to say.
It's not one thing you do,
it's a hundred little things in a day.

It's the way you can make me laugh
when I wasn't really trying to.
It's the way I can be quiet around you
and it doesn't feel like something's wrong.

I don't need to make you into heaven,
I don't need to call you a dream.
I like you right here, exactly as you are;
that's what makes this mean something to me.

So if I get quiet some days,
don't think I'm pulling away.
There's a lot that I feel
that I don't always know how to say.

But if you ever start wondering
if this means something to me,

it does.
More than I probably show you, my love.

You.
Still you.

After all the things I could've said,
that's where I end up.

You.
When I'm thinking about the future,
even if I don't say the word.

I don't know what the years do,
I don't know what changes too,
but if I'm being honest right now,

I don't wanna picture it without you.

You.

It's always been you.