At My Most Beautiful

　　I've found a way to make you smile

　　I've found a way

　　A way to make you smile

　　I read bad poetry

　　Into your machine.

　　I save your messages

　　Just to hear your voice.

　　You always listen carefully

　　To awkward rhymes.

　　You always say your name,

　　Like I wouldn't know it's you,

　　At your most beautiful.

　　I've found a way to make you smile

　　I've found a way

　　A way to make you smile

　　At my most beautiful

　　I count your eyelashes, secretly.

　　With every one, whisper I love you.

　　I let you sleep.

　　I know you're closed eye watching me,

　　Listening.

　　I though I saw a smile.

　　I've found a way to make you smile

　　I've found a way

　　A way to make you smile