You make me feel like

You make me feel like
My feet can’t touch the ground
Something solid to stand on
But I prefer the helium high
(that I get when you’re around...)

You make me feel like
My smile cannot face a frown
Something too serious to muster
But I prefer the wrinkle lines
(that I get when you’re around...)

But you feel like:
Some kind of sugar high
that won’t come crashing down
(crashing down)
The melted syrup kind
Licked off my fingers
A deliciously perfect find...

You make me feel like
I can be or say anything aloud
Something always crazy
But I’d prefer the silent strength
(that I get when you’re around...)

But you feel like:
Some kind of sugar rush
That won’t come crashing down
(crashing down)
The melted syrup kind
Licked off my fingers
A deliciously perfect find...
...Perfectly deliciously mine.