This Love, Every Morning

Coffee on the counter. You laugh, spill a little

on your sleeve. Mm. Kiss tastes like sugar. You say my

name like you just thought of it, eh,

eh. This is love like it's brand new. Every morning,

same view. Same different view. You touch my hand in the checkout line.

Yeah, it's small, but it feels like flying. Mm.

This is love. This is love. This is love. Oh. Arguing over movies,

you roll your eyes and climb into my side. Groceries on the