You, backseat. Me, ignition, laughter, illuminated eyes. How to become a songwriter, on becoming a songwriter, how songwriters deal with it. More laughter, in the background. Teardrops in your eyes, rainstorms on my thighs.
“My lust for life
Lust for life
Keeps me alive”
Turn up the noise, I like it like that, bewilderment. Like a shiny set of lip gloss, brand new toys we celebrate them good. Just want to stay under the covers all day. Thinking of you, thinking of you.
