You're not mine.
But you're close enough.
Without you, i'd have lost it by now.
without you, i'd be much worse.
you're who i call when i'm happy.
you're who i call when i'm sad.
you're who i call when i'm bored, or lonely, or lost.
you've held me in your arms, kissed my forehead,
and told me everything'll be all right.
you've hit me with a shoe many times.
you put with me, no matter what I do.
you and i argue about damn near everything.
you have problems. things that upset you.
i'm a basket case.
you don't like to talk about things.
i have to get to drunk to open up.
you've built your walls high,
I've dug a moat.
you like to dance, and 'shake dat ass'
i can't get 'jiggy wit it' and my groove thing broke.
you keep saying you don't want to get to close.
you keep saying you don't want this to end.
you keep saying you don't want to get hurt.
i keep saying i won't hurt you.
i keep saying i won't let this end.
i keep saying i'm too stubborn for you to ignore.
you are what has kept me sane for the past six months.
you tell me since meeting you, i've driven you up the wall.
somehow, you and I both got through
past each other's defenses.
and I think we're both a little unsure about
how to go on.
but one things for sure, mojito.
I don't want to go on without you.