out of proportion

some random and kind of cheesy words put together about being in love, that evil thing.

There's just something about you
I don't know.
Maybe it's the way our eyes lock and I instantly know what you're thinking.
Or how your hair falls into your face sometimes.
I don't know
But there's something there
And it makes me want to be different
Better.
A better version of myself,
One that's good enough for you.
I want to be someone who can color inside the lines
And fit perfectly in your arms
Someone that would feel right
The way you feel right.
And when I cry, I want you to be someone
That will fix everything for me.
That's really all I need from you.
Then you can move on, if you want.
But there's something about you
That makes me want to be someone
You can't move on from.