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The first song from her perspective. She had a full life before he showed up — her boys, her friends, her classroom door — and she wasn’t looking for anything more. But he crept in through the ordinary: shirts left beside her pillow, strips on bags he never quite tore, the little things left on the floor. She doesn’t need him to be complete. She just loves how he makes her more. It’s a love song for people who’ve already learned to be whole on their own and choose each other anyway.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] I've got a good life and I know it My boys, my friends, my classroom door I was whole before I met you I wasn't looking for anything more But you crept in through the ordinary Left your mark on everyday things I find your shirts beside my pillow Wear them to bed like a second skin [Chorus] It's the textures of love The strips on the bag you never quite tore I always know when you've been here By the little things you leave on the floor It's the textures of love The ones that stay when you're gone I don't need you to be complete I just love how you make me more [Verse 2] You read to me over the phone In the dark when we're far apart I'd rather have you here beside me But I feel you just as deep in my heart Just the sound of your voice in my ear As I'm drifting off to sleep I like my space and I like my life And I love the company you keep [Chorus] [Verse 3] My people know me, hold me, keep me grounded We laugh loud and stay up way too late And when you come through, you just fall right in Like you always knew how to find your place I'm the anchor here and I know it Got roots that run down deep and wide But you come blazing through my neighborhood Like a comet crossing my sky I don't need to own that light I just love when it passes by [Bridge] I was standing in the grocery store Reaching for a toothbrush off the shelf I turned around and there you were I couldn't help myself I just smiled — I couldn't stop — And then I sank into your arms That's the thing about us, isn't it I light up every time [Chorus] It's the textures of love The strips on the bag you never quite tore I always know when you've been here By the little things you leave on the floor It's the textures of love The ones that stay when you're gone I don't need you to be complete I just love how you make me more [Outro] I don't need to own that light I just love when it passes by The textures of love The ones that stay when you're gone I just love how you make me more