Birds.

All the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the trees
All the broken bits that make you jump up
And grassy bits in between
All the matter in the world is how much I like you.

Birds can fly so high, and they can shit on your head,

and they can almost fly into your eye, and make you feel so scared, 

but when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,

that's how I feel about you.

In too deep.