Is it me being lazy?

Is it really just me being difficult?

That I’d rather trust my heart to someone

Than toss it into a catapult?

I bet there are plenty of people

That would love my affection

But, I just want to keep it here

And work until what we have is perfection

I can’t fathom my life with anyone else

And I can’t fathom it without you

If that’s a bad thing, it’s too late for me

It’s as natural as cows going “moo”