trying to believe in a love that is simple.
in order to mind my own mind.
and to want what you already have.
i keep forgetting that we are not the same kind.
you have your brown hair.
and i have mine.
you have those grey eyes.
that some how say, you’re the mysterious kind.
i’m nothing special, because you are more.

with a smile for everyone.
and always something left to say.
i have nothing before i’m done.
and i admire you in that way.
but your words are simple.
with no mystery left for our ears.
maybe i’ve taken it all.
and braided it into my hair.
and i wonder why you are more.

i am the dream to your thought.
the ocean to your water.
the life to your being.
the sunrise to your blue skies.
the vision to your seeing.
the green in your stable grey eyes.
and i wonder why you are more.

i see you with your pretty on.
but you are not as pretty as me.
i see you with nothing on.
and watch you fall to your knees.
only for the love of someone.
who doesn’t believe.

they’ve taken it all from us.
and i wonder why you are more.
we don’t believe in what we do.
and i wonder why you are more.
when it all comes down to whys.
and you have nothing left–

you’re a little too ordinary.
and it bugs me.