I feel better when I’m with you.

I feel better when I’m with you.

You’re sort of mean when you’re tired

And the later it gets, the more annoying I get.

If you could, you’d play video games all day

And I’d watch the same news on repeat.

You like the music stuff with real instruments

And I’m partial to the stuff I made up dance routines to the other year.

But still, I feel better when I’m with you.

Your long legs twisted with my short ones

Under a mountain of blankets, in our bed.

You letting me recite Clueless along with the TV,

Before I submit to films that you’d kill me for naming.

Hours lapping up obscure Eastern European pop from my childhood,

Followed by more of me devouring country music you discovered.

Because I feel better when I’m with you.

Our issues make us broken, individually

But whole, together.

All I know is, we don’t save each other,

But we make it easier to save ourselves.

I feel better when I’m with you.