Gisma

Of all the million ways
I could tell you I love you
I never seem to find them time
To tell you just one
Playing with our boy
You’re wrestling, I’m watching
Feeling like an audience
Like I’m all grown up
Staring out at the ocean
I leave you little things
To show you I’m grateful
I write you little melodies
To steal your heart
But then it’s back to work
As if it all meant nothing
As if you were another thing
I had to get done
Staring out at the ocean