Wrapped In Your Warmth (Taco Edit)

Met you under neon lights Street corner on a Friday night Didn't ask for my history Just handed me warm simplicity No drama wrapped inside No hidden cost, no secret side Just folded kindness in your hands Like you already understand After all the foods that did me wrong You came in quiet, all along Didn't promise more than what you are And somehow that's what healed my heart Tacos don't need cheese to make it right No sour cream to steal the light Just guac... with hopes and dreams That's the kind of love you bring Simple joy in a paper tray No games, no tricks, no price to pay Just lime and spice and honest things And guac... with hopes and dreams Others came dressed rich and bold Left me hurt and feeling cold But you showed up warm and true Didn't try to be something new Didn't hide behind disguise Didn't whisper tasty lies Just stood there in your humble shell And somehow that just worked so well I don't need fancy, don't need grand Just something real in my two hands After all the mess I've seen You're the safest place I've been Tacos don't need cheese to make it right No sour cream to steal the light Just guac… with hopes and dreams That's the kind of love you bring No heartbreak hiding in between Just fresh and bright, cilantro green I found my peace in simple things In guac… with hopes and dreams.