delicate.

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody’s watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody’s there
It’s not that we’re scared
It’s just that it’s delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before
When there’s nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

Delicate // Damien Rice.

You’re the best kisser. You’re the worst dancer. Today I said to you, “You’ll know you’ll never get rid of me with the way Heather is.” And you said to me, “Who said I’m getting rid of you?” That filled my mind with so many questions, my little angel. I can’t take my eyes off of you, when you’re wiggling around attempting to dance, when you’re smiling that smile that’s saved just for me, when you’re laughing and laughing and god, I adore you so much. All I ask is your undying love. Is that so much? I guess it might be. Today we talked about having babies and getting married in a joking fashion. It was all well and good until I realized that I am the typical teenage girl who wants the marriage and babies with you. Not now, of course, but maybe one day? I don’t know. You’re such a good boyfriend.

it’s not that we’re scared. . .it’s just that it’s delicate.