But I don’t do this.
Not usually.
I don’t want this.
Not usually.
But you make me
Make me
Want you.
Just you.
But I do.
Want you.
Even if it’s just a little while.
We can’t run from our pasts.
But I want you to stay.
Be with me.
Let me steal your time.
Until the right man comes
And takes what’s mine.
I don’t want this.
Not usually.
But you make me
Make me
Want you.
Just you.
Say you want me too.”
He plays the outro, the tempo slowing down and leaving me wanting more before I lift my head and look up at him.
“What’d you think?” he murmurs, that same vulnerability I’ve grown accustomed to whenever he plays shining down at me.
“I think it was pretty close to perfect.”
“You think?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“What would you change?”