and i w o n d e r what it's like to run my fingers through your hair and i wonder what it's like to come h o m e late and have you there

bookshelves filled to the brim, cheap travel, coffee shops, and hand holding. giggles during sex, quiet time together, the smell of ink, and playful shoves. exchanging knowing glances, a crisp fall breeze, swapping sections of the paper, and staying up way too late trying to solve an irrelevant problem. long walks with the dog, cheesy romantic dinners, rainy days at the museum, and cooking together.

Your laughing offers some h o n e s t conversation Catch me in the cracks between your crooked s m i l e

I like the sad eyes, bad g u y s, mouth full of white lies Kiss me in the corridor but q u i c k to tell me goodbye

I'm the king and you're the queen  and we will s t u m b l e through heaven 

I was as p u r e as a river but now I think I'm possessed You put a fever inside me and I've been c o l d since you left

You say that you’re n o g o o d for me cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve And I swear I h a t e you when you leave but I like it anyway.

I’ve got a l o v e r a love like religion I’m such a f o o l for sacrifice.