You can’t bottle up a person—
Not their laughter, not their sighs.
I can’t put my finger on it,
But I know it isn’t wise
To let myself keep on falling,
Falling until I will break.
There is always a sad ending,
A nightmare you cannot shake.
You can’t bottle up a person,
Though I’d like to if I could.
I would bottle up his kindness,
And the way he is so good.
I would bottle up his lightness,
And the way that his arms swing.
The way he sings his favorite songs,
And all of the little things
That make him who he is right now,
And who he’ll be in a year.
Yes, we might be apart right now,
But I will tamp down my fear.
On the days when things are heavy,
When the twilight’s settled in,
I could open up that bottle.
I could be with him again.