So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover That I know you can’t afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain’t ever getting older
(might tweak with it a bit more later… but I have work in the morning and should have been in bed an hour ago RIP)
i want someone to know me. not like “oh yea i know her” but actually genuinely knowing everything about me. i want someone to think of me and instantly know that i hate peas. i want someone to know the way i usually hold my pinky up when drinking (only) cold things. i want someone to randomly hug me even when it seems like im holding myself up, just because they know im not really okay. i want someone to know how i twirl my hair constantly and how i have to wait for my food to cool down before eating it. i want someone to know when im walking toward them just by the sound of my footsteps. i want someone to notice the way i push my glasses up and i want someone to automatically ask me “you gonna take a picture?” before i even reach for my phone when we see mixed colors in the sky or things i feel the need to take pictures of just because they know the types of things i photograph. i want someone to know that my favorite cereal is frosted flakes and when i go on car rides i always forget to put shoes on because i love to walk around barefoot so much, its become a bad habit. i want someone to know that my absolute favorite animal is elephants and i want someone to look at my handwriting and know instantly that its mine. i want someone to know and understand the way that i am because sometimes i have no idea why im this way myself. i want someone to want to know what goes on in my mind. i wanna be so close with someone that they know every goddamn fact there is to know about me.