My beat-up heart became hers as well
Oh yeah, my ol’ ship had already sailed
We’ll find a place in the stars
The blinding light is only ours
Truth is, they might never see
How much this girl means to me
Time and time again, we tried
Who’s to say we’ll get it right this time
Only thing we can do is keep on the tracks
With the sun on our face, the past at our backs
I surrender to your pull
Like the moon calling the ocean
Walk with me and see
If this is how it’s gonna be
I can’t remember why
It ever seemed too hard to try
We’ll find a place in the stars
The blinding light is only ours
Walk with me, girl
Walk with me
I clapped. Because who wouldn’t clap when their boyfriend sang them a song that might possibly be about them? Even if it wasn’t, even if it was simply a generic love song, I still loved it.
“Good?” Alex asked, his hand flat over the strings of his guitar.
“Better than good. You should sing it on the album.”
He puffed out a breath, running his hand over his copper waves. “Nah, boo. It’s a nice thought, but Mo’s the only one who sings on our albums. I’m just hoping he can nail this song so it makes it on there.”
“I disagree.”
Alex smirked, taking my hand in his. “I have no doubt.”
“I think you should talk to Mo about singing...if you want to. I’m not trying to push you into something you’re not comfortable with.”
He chuckled lightly. “Look at you, being all considerate, my soft, puppy girlfriend.”
I curled my lip into a snarl, but there was no bite to it. Damn, was I a soft puppy? I definitely felt melty when I looked at Alex these days. And when he put me to bed without getting off. And when he sang me songs on his balcony.
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “Did you write that song about me?”