I’VE GOT GOD IN A SHOEBOX UNDER MY BED

the story so far @ city.

I’ve been thinking about the distance. how it's not measured in miles or the geography in between. ‘cause i keep seeing your face in ordinary spaces. crowds along the sidewalk, the traffic outside New York, and paintings of Monet hanging on museum walls. you're everywhere.

natural history museum, london.

natural history museum, london.

improving my sleeping pattern isn’t going too well.

didn’t get much sleep last night.

i couldn’t stop crying to garden state, like the zach braff movie by charmer and i wish you’d understand.

how do you even explain that.

tell me what you mean,

and what you want us to be.

i know it shouldn’t matter, but you’re on my mind a lot and i guess i got some figuring out to do.

am i who you’re thinking of when your mind wanders,

or when you’re falling asleep?

just tell me babe, cause i think it might mean something to me.

i never meant for my mind to wander this much and i’m sorry for everything.

it’s just that it’s you who i’m thinking of when i’m falling asleep.