Terraforming from Weird World by Stemson

I'll bite my lip
I'm wanting, needing you again
Need you to understand
I'll make this quick
All your quirky quips draw lines in the sand

I want two three four times to be enough
I drove for five/six miles to fuel a touch

The wind it whips dirt in my eyes I try and use my hand
To stop the sting the weather brings while listening to your demands

Cuz I've tried to three for five times to make you happy
And I'd die two/three/four/five/six times if that's whats needed

I hope you'll hold tight to see things through
I can't see myself with anyone else

I hope you know you're the only one that holds what I've got in your palm

I hope you know that