when you’re in my arms

the world seems so far away

and we’re skipping stones

across each other’s lake

when your stones become boulders

and your pride won’t let you ask

it’s okay to cry

i won’t let them see

when you’re in my arms

and the world is dealing from the bottom

we’ll always have an extra ace

even if we choose not to play

when you’re resting on my shoulders

and we both know the cards are stacked

it’s okay to cry

i won’t let them see

when you’re in my arms

at the end of every day

trying to convince me that you’re not cute

through dimples that disagree

when i rid your head of all the lies

and you finally get to see your beauty

it’s okay to cry

you won’t care if they see