melonoe

But it would be nice to share blood and memories with someone.

When I trust you, we can do it with the lights on

When I trust you, we can do it with the lights on

When I trust you, we'll make love until the morning

Let me tell you all my secrets in a whisper till the day's done

When I trust you, we can do it with the lights on

When I trust you, we can do it with the lights on

When I trust you, we'll make love until... See more

Opening me feels like a striptease

Opening me feels like a striptease

Silk for my tears, and lace for my fears

I'm stripping apart, till my pain disappears

Opening me feels like a striptease

I’m at a beach bonfire talking to a girl I’m intimidated by. Her clear skin and quirky interests and seemingly solid sense of career direction makes me feel bumpy and small and behind.

And I don't wanna talk about anythingI don't wanna talk about anythingI wanna kiss, kiss your eyes againWanna witness your eyes lookingI don't wanna talk about anyoneI don't wanna talk about anyoneI wanna sleep in your car while you're drivingLay in your lap when I'm crying

It is a good idea, then, to keep in touch, and I suppose that keeping in touch is what notebooks are all about. And we are all on our own when it comes to keeping those lines open to ourselves: your notebook will never help me, nor mine you.