Lyric

Socks on the floor

Coffee gone cold on the counter

You talk with your hands

I laugh a little bit louder

I want more

More than before

More of your Monday eyes at my door

More of your name scribbled into my drawer

If this is love

I want more

I want more

Two missed calls

You say "Sorry I got nervous"

I say "Me too"

Guess we’re perfectly imperfect

I want more

More than before

More of your midnight feet on my floor

More of your jacket hanging by my door

If this is love

I want more

I want more