I know it's easy to have me.

But if I ever find my way to your pale hands,
please don't take me.

I'd like to go for a stroll
on some empty, November night.
We could complain about the missing stars,
we could quietly sing old soul songs.

And if we get a hotel room,
I'd like to sleep in my jeans,
you can wear anything
as long as it's something.
I want to feel classy,
valued,
and I want the same for you.

I want to wrap up in sheets,
warm each other by the glow of our smiles,
I want to get my fingertips tangled in your hair,
and we'll stick to forehead kisses and whispers.

If we don't heal,
we'll at least escape,
If we can't be innocent
we can at least fake.