Then laugh at them anyway
The way you look at me like maybe
I’m worth sticking around for someday
“You did steal my fries,” I mutter.
“Constantly,” she admits, laughing through her tears.
I don’t have much to give you
Just these chords and what they mean
But here’s what I’m promising
Even if it sounds naive
If you ever need somewhere to land
If you ever lose your way
I’ll be here with this guitar
Writing you something new to play
The chorus comes again, and Delilah’s lips move.She knows it already. After one listen, she knows the words.
You’re the song I can’t stop singing
The melody stuck in my head
Every lyric I’ll ever write
Every word I’ve left unsaid
I don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow
Or who we’ll become when we’re grown
But you’re the song I can’t stop singing
And I’ll sing you all the way home
The guitar slows. The last verse is quieter. More vulnerable. I remember recording this part in my closet, terrified my dad would hear me being this honest.
So when you’re somewhere far away
And the world gets loud and strange
Remember there’s a boy back home
Still playing your refrain
I’ll be here when you’re ready
However long it takes
Some things are worth the waiting
