come
come tell me what you're thinking about when your nails dig into your nail beds in conversations
i want your demons to play with mine, maybe they'll tire and we'll find our way to content
its an 8th continent and we've both never been
only read detailed travel books on
come lay your face on my lap and tell me about what wakes you up at night
tell me why you look like you're falling in love and mending a broken heart simultaneously