Loud Nonsense

I like missing you in the mornings

when the air's too cold to feel nice.

And I like hearing your sneakers stomping

down the stairs when you stomp out of sight,

and I like how all your walls surround you,

so that I can't ever come inside

and I like holding you and then falling down.

I like feeling your arms around me

and then sneaking out in the morning light

and I like going away sometimes

for a lonely day and a lonely night

and I like singing my nonsense loudly

and then whispering the things I hide

and I like holding you and then falling down.

Oh and I like you when you're out of view

'cause I have this perfect picture in my mind

And I like you and it feels so true

'cause I have this perfect picture, yeah

and it's become a fixture,

this pretty, pretty picture of you in my mind.

I like trying to read your scribbles

because they keep me guessing everytime.

And I like wondering if you want me

and then you tell me this feels just right.

And I like waking up in the mornings

as our shadows get flushed by the light

and I like holding you and then falling down.

I'm falling down.

I'm falling down.

I'm falling down.

I like you, you're out of reach.

I like you, you're out of reach.

I like you, you're out of...

you're out of...

you're out of reach.