Nothing scares me quite like knowing you,
Knowing all the little things you do,
Those little things that make me fall for you.

Love is not quite like it’s made out to be,
What is is, is just so frightening.

I’m not a scared, or an anxious guy,
Least not until I found my life,
The one where I’m living with the girl I love,
The one that’s leaving me this coming fall.

Last spring was the longest one,
Devoid of romance and devoid of sun,
The rain was falling almost every day,
And so was I in almost every way.

I fell for you in a gravity,
Falling freed and gaining speed,
And then I hit the ground one April day,
When over Coffee, I heard you say:

“I’m leaving here, I just can’t stay around,
Suburbia is just breeding ground
I don’t want kids,
I don’t like it here…
People here live under a shield of fear,”

The words rang there in the still air,
Damped the kindle for a summer flare,
And I wondered just what it’d take,
Take before my heart would break.

All these thoughts that ran wandering,
‘Till one thought raced in front:
I read once that I should let go,
Of the ones I love, so that I really know.

‘Cause loving them requires that they’re themselves,
And holding on changes who they are,
And this is what’s so frightening.

If I let an angel fly away,
And away is holding her better days.