Dying To Be On The Best Side Of Your Bedside

From the outside, your bedroom window is my lighthouse. Two hearts between four walls. But we both know your room burns so much brighter with the lights out. Like waking up stranded with dead cell phones and no car. You have stolen my escape.

Random trips to carnivals is the new random trips to the Toy section of the nearest drug store. I'm drunk off of your fun.

For our hearts only:
-"Ahhh man, come on! You're just don't want to give me that golden coin."
-"Ohh No... where did all my tickets go man?!!!"
-I shot the sheriff
-"Brought to you by the Mens Club, don't forget to try their delicious hotdogs"
-"I can count by twos and tie my shoes"
-Plinko and the Fish game
-Bake sales and 25 cent books

You are smiles and assurances. I am ideas and insecurities. Sleep easy, babe. I'm wide awake.

In the meantime remember that language is a virus. We are merely the hosts. I am romances last terrorist. Long live our car crash hearts.

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