Me, But Happy

I would like to thank you, personally, for always making me feel like I'm the King of the Pope of the whole world.
When I'm around you it's like I'm full of electricity but in a cool way that's possibly giving me a boner.
I wanna thank you for making all the love songs mean something again.
Now, when Sam Smith comes on the radio, I still roll my eyes but I do it while air humping.
The best part of being in love with you is I never have to brush my teeth but gosh darn do I want to.
You're the best thing that has happened to me since I was like... born.
You make me wanna do pointless, actually dumb things like learning to play the flute or voting.
Oh my god I'm just kidding I have to change that, oh my god you have to fucking vote.
In a list of things I love about you, maybe the second or third entry is the way you turn my awful days into awful days with cheeseburgers.
Have you ever smashed your face into a whole bunch of cool wet sand? You should because that's pretty much what it's like to hang out with you.
I've never made out with Jesus, but I imagine that's kind of like holding your hand.
If I had rickets it'd be okay because I'd have rickets with you.
I would like to thank you for never, not once, not ever making fun of me for crying while I watch the same scene from Parks and Recreation for the 25th time.
I wanna thank you for letting me fall in love with you and then decide to start a pop punk band.
I wanna thank you for listening to all the mixes I've made you, or least pretending to sort of like them.
I always try to be, like, cool and stuff but it's hard to act like I don't care when you're so pretty all the goddamn time.
The new way to say 'I love you' is to just ram our foreheads together.
We can't really be sad if we're both sad in the same place, right?
I wanna thank you for wanting me to be me, but happy.
I don't know why we're both here but since we are let's make it out til we're dead.
Before I met you I wanted to be dead all the time.
I still do because of the, you know, mental illness but now that you're here I don't want to 'want to die' anymore.
If you're a breakfast cereal, you'd be called 'reason to wake up'os'.
Sure, there're probably infinite dimensions but I'm with you in this one so why would I try to find them ?