I see my therapist tomorrow and I know I'm going to talk about you.
I’ll tell her how your hair falls on your face
And she’ll fall in love with you too.
She’ll say “you’ve been here before”
To which I’ll respond with “I know I know, I’m going to stop this before I get hurt.”
But I’m not stopping now.
I love you now.
And you could hurt me now
And I would still love you because when it’s raining out
All I want is the light in your eyes to give the inside of my thighs a tan.
And I love the way your fingers slide inside my heart and feel around.
There’s nothing there
Yet you bring out so much.
You can taste all the scars that healed with your arrival.
You opened that door and I walked right in.
I’m comfortable baby.
Just drive.