"hey remember that time when you-"
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
rich people don’t get to be sad
Uuum yeah. Having wealth does not exclude one from sadness.
Go buy a thousand puppies
Oh I sooo would…
a guy who writes melodies that sound like you