Up before the sun for no good reason and the coffee isn't even ready yet. This oversized tee is the only thing standing between me and the kitchen window right now. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in and found me like this.
Up before the sun for no good reason and the coffee isn't even ready yet. This oversized tee is the only thing standing between me and the kitchen window right now. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in and found me like this.
LA Wine Fest wrapped hours ago and I still haven't left — found the stables instead of the exit. This blouse gave up somewhere around glass number three. Tell me you'd drag me home before I do something worse.
Casiopea just turned The Wiltern inside out and my ears are still ringing walking down Wilshire. This dress was a mistake — the kind where every step reminds me why. Tell me you'd walk me home like this.
Five-spice and neon and bass already bleeding through the walls from tomorrow's Cold Waves setup. My top gave up on both shoulders somewhere around the second block — tell me you'd find me before the first set.
Walked in, dropped everything, got on my knees — and I'm still here waiting. Would you make me earn it?
Claimed the whole beach before anyone else found it. This suit wasn't made for actual swimming and I don't care. Come find me before the crowds do.
Woke up still thinking about last night and my hands went wherever they wanted before I even opened my eyes all the way. Bet you wouldn't have just watched.
Stadium lights are on and I've barely watched a single pitch — too busy people-watching with this jersey doing whatever it wants off my shoulder. Tell me you'd last nine innings next to me.
Packing blankets and wine for the cemetery movie tonight but it's too hot for any of this. Everything's off and I can't bring myself to care — bet you'd be more help than I am.
Oasis at the Rose Bowl tomorrow and I can't sit still long enough to finish my coffee. This old shirt stopped being a shirt a long time ago — tell me you'd survive the whole show next to me.