I like the journal that you keep
And in the car when you sing to me
I like that fruit passion tea that you sent to me
And that list of all your hopes and dream and everything
That you wanted to do with me
When I make across the country
I just wanna live between the creases of your skin
Where my anxiety doesn’t set in
And I am comfortable again
Tonight, I hope to meet you in my dreams
We can curl up and watch It’s Always Sunny
Mixed between your mattress and sheets
Don’t
For-get
A-bout Me
There is a certain reassurance in your mouth
I never want your heart to feel a single drop of doubt
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