wearin a long sleeve tee and sleepin with the lights on

there’s a hornet in my room somewhere but I gotta go to sleep

who wants to get hogtied, and pushed down, into, some snakewater?

toulate:

I think of you often when I’m alone. Spent the evening in my bathrobe, darling. I tried to wash away the thought of you. You’ve been getting under my skin. I didn’t want this to mean nothin’. Did you feel them? Feel the fireworks, off on our own? Did I tell you how I felt them? I think of them often when I get home.