I like..

I like the me I am when I’m with you. Like the way we mix together, taint each other Until everything’s just, interwoven, And we’re just the right shade of wrong. I like the me I am when I’m with you. Like the way you pull me up when I start to sink Like I pull you down when you start to rise, So that we’re grounded, side by side, Hand in hand and eye to eye, Until my roots become your veins, Until your smoke becomes my oxygen. And I’m the me who’s made out of you. And you’re the you who’s made out of me.