American girl.

There’s something magical 
About the way
You make me drink enough water,
When my head is spinning
In time with my stomach.
And when you smile
To yourself
Things I don’t understand,
When we’re lying underneath
My stark white ceiling.
Or how you listen
When you want to talk,
And talk
When you want to sleep.
There’s something wonderful
About the way
You make me laugh so much
I cry, and
The way you hold my hand
Through everything
As though as any moment
The ground might fall apart
But we won’t lose each other.
No, we won’t lose each other.