She's the one

To the Girl I can't stop thinking about, but cannot ask:

She’s not the type of girl you lay on the side
Or the type that you leave, struggling for air as you breathe in suicide
No, she’s the type that you marry.

And she’s not the type to let into to your soul, then crush as she enters your heart
She’s the one who swims there first, unseen, unheard, and turns love into art.

And then she’s the key to your door, and it’s her and not an ounce more.

Na, she’s the type, who’s parents you ask
Who you don’t take drinking
Or ask to dance last
She’s the type who’ll leave you dizzy when she’s walking past.

She’s the type you keep.

And when you’re moving away
She’s the one who you’ll wear round your neck
And messages check,
She’s the one who’ll leave you longing to return.

She’s the one who will capture your thought in a crystal ball,
And understand you
The one you can’t help but to choose
And hope it’s you she chooses too
It’s her and you.

She’s the one,
She’s the one.