N.O.S.

She almost makes the day begin
I’ve grown addicted to the tune that she whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing in, and breathing out
Rather like a habit I can always break
And yet
I’ve grown addicted to her looks
I’ve grown addicted to her voice


I’m the one handing over a lunch box when your stomach growls
I’m the one that’s holding up high the umbrella when it rains on you
I’m the one who’s wiping your eyes even though look away
I’m the one who always seems to know exactly what to say


This is it
This is life
The one you get, so go and take a drive
Cuz the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum
What’s good for you might not be good for some
And what’s good for some might not be what they want
You remember the good, you dwell in the bad
You wipe the tears, you stifle the laughs
And there you have it--the life I grasp


I’m the one who’s coming to find you when you felt so lost
I’m the one who’s hiding with you when you were so scared
I’m the one that’s standing with you on the edge of the world
I’m the one that’s holding you tightly when you thought that no one cared

And
I’m just:
No One Special.