Stay In Love, Fall In Touch

I'm enjoying the way that we have been ourselves after dark. Somehow the things we say mean more in corners of bars when we focus on everything outside of our heads.

The pact we made and titles we exchanged this weekend aren't cause for a funeral babe. I think we both just want the headline to die so we can begin writing the rest of the story. So fall into this with me.

Weekend daylight is your enemy. Recovery is the new drug. Sunday evenings have us wanting to hop in the car to purchase some energy... or was it some rest. Either way we both know that over the counter doesn't cut it... whether it be hearts or capsules.

Wreck it all, one heart at a time. Sleepovers and the toy section of the nearest drug store.