And you look so beautiful with your back to me, you turn around and give me a one-look vasectomy. I whisper in your ear, “Don’t you ever disappear.” And you whisper back, “Don’t you ever fucking touch me!”
And I’ve finally found a home In a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into We act like pessimist but we’re in love with it. And I’m in love with you And our tiny bed in the upstairs front room Of a rundown terrace house Which is obviously perfect as it sounds
We went for breakfast at your parents’ house, I felt inspired by everything we spoke about, Electric letters for free I send you while you sleep, Are all coming back to haunt me now, I miss the little sounds you make when you wake up, Miss the entire notion of waking up next to you, With our knotted hair tangled on the pillows that we shared.