She's intelligence she can do most anything
I truly believe these words
She's more than the average human
I hope she hasn't changed a goddamn thing

She's the words that I cannot find
When she's in front of me I stutter over my words
I miss her more than I miss the October nights
I just want to spend my days listening to her

Where the memory of her lays
Is where my roses grow
I almost have a garden full
I know my formal sweaters are overdressing now

I could settle down and get comfortable with you
tell you that you're beautiful on the daily
I could get lost in your smile spend every moment just happy
It's not going to be a very good Friday the 13th without