Shine You’d Smile

I like the way you stack the pillows
I liked the drive past Winslow
I like the thing you did with your hair
While you were looking out the window

And what about the thought of you
Flipping around my head no matter what I do
I got people on my ceiling
And I can’t find the floor

I like the way you tap your feet
I liked the shine you’d smile at me
I like the way you walked to the table
While you fell in love suddenly

And what about the dose from you
Follows me around no matter what I do
Aim for people on my ceiling
Cause I don’t want no more

So what to do with the thought of you
Can’t swallow it down no matter how much I chew

If I can’t get me happy
Maybe pen something that’ll get you there
If I can’t get me happy
I’m worn, but I can get me happy
And we can all be happy
And we can find the floor