velvet on velvet
trying to spend my morning, my afternoon, my evening, my night
curling up into you
instead of falling
because hell, I could do that too easily.
do you even know how gone I am when I see your name show up?
do you even know how much more beautiful the world is when you’re on my mind?
(which is always)
said I was born to be in love and I meant it
born to love, too
but I know that’s scary. and that’s fine.
don’t even care that I’m white-knuckled waiting
as if I’d ever stop waiting for you
as if I’d ever throw in the towel
for you?
I think maybe I’d keep waiting, all across the country.
does 1,797 miles sound about right to you, babe?
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