Movin' on ain't easy

He likes my cooking       
but doesn't have a clue       
where I've been.       
He loves making love to me       
but doesn't know how good I feel,     
just being his Thursday, piece of ass.  
He treats me with respect       
but doesn't know what it's like when      
I'm crazy enough about him       
to break every last dish in his cupboard.
He says he wants to marry me but       
doesn't know the infatuation it takes     
to put a baby in me.       
He cares about me       
but doesn't know the luxury       
of me lying to PD,       
to spare him 10       
but risk me, 5.       
We go fishing on long weekends       
and road trips to brewery's       
but he's never gone on a       
5 day bender with me,       
just to wake up       
in a different state,       
in a different state of mind.       
...but you know what...       
I need his kiss first thing in the morning.
I almost die every Friday when I see him exhausted after a hard work week.
I can't get enough of his consistency,       
or "diligently progressive" livin'.       
I adore how he'll       
lay on the floor with me,       
without asking me why I'm already there.
I bask in the way he asks questions he doesn't want the answer to       
and than dances with me slow,       
whispering, "I'm sorry."       
We invented our own world       
on his bed springs.       
We inspired an entire pastime,       
laughing with my hand on his face.       
He is why, for the first time,       
I can't look back.