Maybe

You are my fucking everything and you don't even know it,
your importance to me is phenomenal like the perfect rhyme to poet.

When you backslapped me with compatability I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, I could play footsies with you infinitely toes merried with the beach.

I would hold your hand every chance I had because I could be so lucky,
would give you the entire world and you haven't even fucked me.

The smile lines are side effects but feel like they belong,
I'd rather hear you sing to me than listen to that same damned song.

To hell with him, to hell with her they don't deserve our love;
put your hand out boo and slide me on I may just be YOUR glove!