Living in your bedroom
watching David Lynch films
two lattes for takeaway
how long will you love me?
tired eyes Monday
working on a Sunday
we fucked in a hurry
knocked over my coffee
floating on a highway
I’ll drive you back to your place
a never-ending driveway
back to your house.
running late for our meal
we have so much time to kill
dress in anything you like
we break all the stereotypes
introduce you to my friends
every single one of them
we should start a garden
so we’ll never starve again
floating on a highway
I’ll drive you back to your place
a never-ending driveway
back to your house
I’m floating on a highway
sunlight kissing your face
a never-ending driveway
back to your house
living in your bedroom
watching David Lynch films
two lattes for takeaway
how long will you love me?
