To be tobacco hidden in your cheek
To be the sports statistics on your screen
To be the prayers that late at night you speak
To be the fingernails between your teeth

To be the dishes sitting in your sink
To be the song that you have on repeat
To be the thought that you can’t help but think
To be the wrinkles in your flannel sheets

Not to be the message you’re scared she’ll see
Not to be the secret you choose to keep
Not to be your love only quietly
Not to be, one day, only memory

To be your day to day and week to week
To be everything as you are for me