Lipstick Wishes And Messages Across My Mirror

Make a mix tape for the drive. Cover the road in hope. Apparently there's more than one of you. Or so say the broken hearted kids screaming through my speakers.

No more tears like razorblades since we've been together. Their cuts across my lips only added to the blood I'd spilled from biting my tongue for three years. Hearts and sentences, complete them both.

Rise and shine with cheese and cracker snacks. Tame our stomachs. A lazy couch afternoon for two. Draping ourselves across each other. Scratching backs and heads and things off of our list of things to do. It should always be this comfortable.

Love is a killer and I'm guilty for murder. You and me between the sheets. Lets crash hips and keg parties.