With You, Without You

Is it too late?

Is there any way for me to salvage this?

Every possible thought has crossed my mind,

I’m kind of an expert in all the way things could happen,

Which is funny,

Cause I still never know what to do when it actually happens.

I’m a bull in a china shop,

Calculating every single step and stepping softer than a mouse.

And yet when I hear your voice I become a bull yet again,

And I bring you and the china shop down with me.

I just cannot seem to help it.

No amount of planning, preparing, and thinking

Can prepare me for the moment you take my breath away for the thousandth time.

And all of a sudden the china shop does not seem to matter anymore.

With you, 

I don’t need to think,

And without you, 

There is only one thing I care to think about.

And that is you.