The Piece That Fits

We don't talk too loud
We mutter to ourselves to distance the crowd
And I'm thankful
We don't act too cool
It's just bathroom humor from middle school
And I'm thankful

He knows my body and I'm not so scared
Though I'm not half as brave as he is there
And for all that suffers and for all that pines
For the piece that fits
I'm glad he could be mine
I'm glad he could be mine

We don't laugh all the time
But sometimes the silence sounds just as nice
And I'm thankful
And we don't paint the town red
But we still know how to get down
And I'm thankful

And I know someday he'll be miles away
The skin that touches his won't be the same
But for all that suffers and for all that pines
For the piece that fits
I'm glad he could be mine
I'm glad he could be mine
I'm glad he could be mine