Still feeling like I've been out to orbit... and the metaphor remains. Burning through the atmosphere.
Timelines and bloodlines. I just want you in both. I want to heat up the way you make me feel, bottle the condensation off of the windows, and shoot it in my 3am veins. I need you in pill form. We're passed the point of daily. The hours behind these lights won't let me forget you. Lake Michigan is so cold.
Can't wait to sit up talking all night again like the first time. Both coasts can wait, or be put on hold for you. Hurry home. :)
