I'm Yours

Met you by the third floor window

I was acting like a high school flirt

You were putting on my make up

I was looking down your shirt

You told me that you had a boyfriend

Didn't stop from thinking thoughts

Listening to the French Inhaling

Connecting all the pretty dots

Wondering where the hell you came from

Dancing on the hardwood floors

I'm yours

Striking up a love long distance

Striking up a killer band

Never thinking about my own existence

Never questioning the love I had

Trying hard to pull you closer

Trying to turn the east to west

Hanging from the clouds, hanging from the ceiling

Buttoning a corduroy vest

Wondering where the hell you came from

Stepping through your parlour doors

I'm yours

Don't matter who you know

Don't matter what you do

I belong to you

Anywhere you go

I'll be going to

I belong to you