Hold My Hand

Funny how your hand fits in mine.
We never seem to notice anyone.
It's like you hold me and everyone else goes Gray.

I wish I could tell you,
how much you mean to me.
That everyday I look for your head in the crowd.

I search the halls for your warm hugs.
Just a little piece of heaven on the run.
The first face I want to see out of this place.

And although I never mentioned it.
I kind of like your hand fitting mine this way.
Cause even if we're both friends.

We know someday will hold on longer,
to this funny new love...
We both have already found*