Luke Song Preference:
“In Love with a Girl” by Gavin DeGraw
So many people gonna
say that they want you
To try to get you thinking that they really care
No one could love him like you could.
That much was clear to him – he could see it in the way your
eyes held more than adoration when they looked at him, more than just devotion
– he can see that in any fan’s eyes, but when he looks at you –
He sees an understanding, soft corners of your eyes that
slope upwards slightly whenever you saw him; the limitless in the colour that
showed just how much you knew Luke
Hemmings, understood him in more than interview questions and fact, understood
him for every unspoken word and troubled thought, every almost touch and every
There’s no titles, no labels; no overanalyzing and no
decoding – you could read him as easily as your favourite book; without a
second thought and loving every beautiful word that painted a masterpiece in
front of you.
And Luke knows, Luke knows no one could ever come close to
loving him like you.
There would be those who would try, of course – beautiful
girls and gorgeous girls who were bombshells or rare talents, but none of them
could quite tap into him like you could – none of them could even pretend.
No one could ever come close to you.
And there might be thousands of girls who wanted him,
thousands who could care for him in more ways in one –
But you’re the only one he cares for; a care in his touch
that’s reserved just for you.
You’re the only one he’ll ever want.
But there’s nothing
like the warmth of the one
Who has put in your time and you know is gonna be there
He could be in the penthouse of a renowned hotel with all
the luxuries in the palm of his hand, the whole world sprawled out before him
in city skylines that spelled out his name, with the stars that he’s closer to
touching than the ordinary people below – he could have it all, but he’d take
nothing but your arms on the hood of your beat-up car in some dusty field any
And nothing compares, nothing could ever compare to you –
not the lights that blind him onstage, not the crowd of thousands who cheer his
name every day, not all the money and fame and love in the world could ever
compare to you.
He’d throw it all back if it meant just having you.
He’d throw away all the rocky roads on tour buses and
delayed flights; he’d throw away all the messy schedules and CD albums with his
name scrawled on it – he’d give all of this flimsy fame – this moment of spotlight
that could be so easily taken away, fizzled, faded – he’d throw it all away for
something steady with you.
For the way you hold his hand like an anchor that keeps him
grounded even when he has to soar on the next airplane, for the way your eyes
are always sure without a hint of uncertainty towards what you feel for him,
for the way you are a guarantee for happiness; more than a split-second high,
more than a one-night name – you are an absolute in Luke’s whirlwind life, the
one thing he clings on to when everything else is uncertain.
Everything is so easily taken away; this show that has to
end with a final bow, this city that he’ll always have to leave again.
But not you, no – you weren’t so easily pried away from Luke,
and he wouldn’t let you go, not for his life.
You’re there when everything undoubtedly fades again.
And he swears there won’t ever be a goodbye when it comes to you.
‘Cause the heart can’t
erase once it finds a place to be warm and welcome
To be held in shelter
He can’t go back.
He can’t go back to the time before he met you, he can’t
stand up after he’s fallen in love with you.
He’s made a home in you, he’s left his fingerprints on your
skin and he has the taste of you forever in the back of his tongue – and he
can’t lose you without losing a piece of himself too.
You’re so deeply embedded into him, you are a norm in his life – the one thing that is
a norm – and to take it all away would be to throw him back into the hurricane
that his days are without you to remind him that falling back to the ground,
falling back to reality was better than being caught in a storm.
He’ll be swept up in something that’ll leave him ravaged –
and maybe loving you did the same – but he’d rather fall for you than fall from
the stars that he’s been so precariously hanging from; crash-land into your
arms with a home to recover than on the streets after he’s burnt himself out.
And the truth is, Luke isn’t used to sleeping on the ground
after he knows what your arms feel like.
And everything tastes bitter without your lips; nothing
quite as bright after he saw your smile – you’ve changed him too much for him
to handle a goodbye, subconsciously
building himself around you, integrating you into his skin like ink that he
adds to who he is, injecting you into his veins as something he needs to
He can’t turn back.
And truth is, he wouldn’t even if he could.
For who would run away from a home as beautiful as you?
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