I’d like to think the moonshine touches you and I at the same time in different parts and places, encouraging us that morning will come even when we don’t want it to.
I wish I were back in the Bronx in this boys room. We would be drunk and I’d be impatiently twirling my hair and staring at him because all I ever want to do when we’re drunk is you. So you’re really into the movie but I don’t really care. It’s Netflix, pause it because I want you under me. So…