florida

[Verse 1] Eleven years ago I didn't know what love could be, just a kid with dirty boots who couldn't spell "eternity." Then you walked in like a hurricane with bleach wipes in your hand, and somehow, girl, you cleaned the mess and made me half a man. You mop the floor at midnight like it owes you money, babe, you scrub the kitchen counter till there's nothing left to save. I leave my boots beside the door — you move 'em every time, but the way you roll your eyes at me? That's my favorite kind of crime. [Chorus] 'Cause it's been eleven years of crazy, eleven years of real, of fighting over nothing, then forgetting how to feel anything but grateful when you're sleeping on my chest — girl, this messy, loud, chaotic life — it's better than the rest. [Verse 2] Our six-year-old's a wrecking ball, leaves Legos on the stairs, the nine-year-old's a lawyer already — wins every fight, I swear. The house sounds like a circus and the walls are stained with juice, but I'd take this beautiful disaster over silence, what's the use? Saturday mornings, pancake wars, the kitchen looks like hell, syrup on the ceiling — honey, please don't ask me how it fell. You're screaming 'bout the footprints while I'm laughing on the couch, and the kids are building forts again from every towel in the house. [Chorus] 'Cause it's been eleven years of crazy, eleven years of real, of slamming doors at midnight, then a kiss to start to heal. Of two tornadoes dressed as kids who wreck everything in sight — but God, I wouldn't trade a single sleepless, screaming night. [Verse 3] Remember Florida? That sunset dripping gold on Clearwater Beach, the kids went running for the waves like freedom was in reach. You had that margarita smile, your feet buried in the sand, and for the first time in forever, girl — we didn't have a plan. We drove down Highway 1 with windows down and country on the stereo, the kids asleep in the backseat — for once, a quiet miracle. You turned to me with ocean eyes and said, "What if we stayed? What if we sold it all back home and never were afraid?" [Bridge] And I keep dreaming 'bout a porch beneath a palm tree sky, where the sun sets every evening like God's painting us goodbye. A little house in Florida, the kids out catching frogs, you'd still be mopping floors, I know — just warmer, baby, that's the plot. No more German winters, no more grey in every bone, just you and me and six and nine — building heaven on our own. And maybe it's a pipe dream, maybe life won't let us go, but if you're standing next to me — that's all I need to know. [Final Chorus] 'Cause it's been eleven years of crazy, eleven years of soul, of putting back the pieces every time we lost control. And if I get eleven more, or fifty, or just five — you're the reason, you're the answer, you're the best thing in my life. (slower, spoken softly) So when you're scrubbing down the counter at 11 PM again… just know I'm watching from the doorway… falling in love with you… all over again. [Outro — steel guitar, fading] Eleven years… and I'd do every single one again. Every fight, every flight, every mess, every mile… every single one