this type love
I want a love like...
me thinkin' of you thinkin' of me thinkin' of you type love.

Or me tellin' my friends more than I've ever admitted to my self about how I feel about you type love.

Or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to your self type love.

Or seein' how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name and...

Shit, I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage!

See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep and then wonder if she's dreaming of us being in love type love, or

who loves the other more or what she's doing at this exact moment, or

slowdancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good so could just hurt so much when she's not there.

And shit, I love not knowing where this love is headded type love.

And check this:
I want to place those little post-it notes all around the house so she gets how much I love her type love.

And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about our type love.

And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel.

And I want to deal with my friends makin' fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.

Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves.

And just like in high school, I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit, and then fall asleep, and then wake up, with her, right next to me.

And... my mother all up in my cupboards type love!

I want to try countin' the ways I love her and then lose count in the middle just have to start all over again,

And I want to celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries, even though they ain't really anniversaries, but doin' it just 'cos it makes her happy type love.

And check this:
I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays when her number is typed into it type love,

And talk to you until I lose my breath: she leaves me breathless but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.

I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer

'cause in all honesty? I wanna avoid one of those high cell phone bills type loves.

And I don't want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are.

I mean the lines in my palms don't give me enough time to love you the way I'd like to type love.

I want a love that makes me st-g-st-stutter just thinkin' about how strong this love is type love,

And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair.

... well, maybe not all that's there.

Maybe like, I'll cut the split ends, and trim my mustache, still, it'd still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her!

I kind of feel comfortable now, so I even be fantisizing about walkin' out on the green light just dyin' to get hit by a car just so I can lose my memory, get transported to some third-world country just to get treated and somehow meet up with you again so I can fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love,

And I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married, so she's gonna be the one I share this love with.