My Marine

You leatherneck, jarhead, troubled teen,
I just call you my marine.
Desert digis, combat boots,
but you just call 'em boots and utes.
You won't listen to a thing I say
and always takes the other way.
You’re headstrong, stubborn, so damn proud,
and boy you sound off way too loud.
Yet more than all of that is true,
I find myself in love with you.
So take your time and feel me out.
Don't leave yourself with any doubt,
that when you're gone I'll still be here,
trying not to cry in fear
Come home soon and hold me tight,
That’s what gets me through the night.