moving in

i have the best man in the world and i know
i'm trying to drown myself in sorrow and he says
what's wrong you look dark
we'll build a home with a roof for when it rains
you're over-thinking this, everything is going to be fine

i shrug with no answer and he says
excuse me please don't walk away from me like that
my man takes no shit, he loves his woman
never lets anyone walk over him or treat him like he doesn't matter

i don't know much about romance except that i feel it all the time
i make love to the concept because it feels the most real

he's on my left
driving my heart that echos when we shut the doors
he's moving in
it'll be filled in no time