together, we will paint this town red
eat tacos, roll around in my bed
wake up the next morning,
do it all over again.
does it mean i still care
if i call you on the phone?
talking to you is better
than being alone.
this is the last time
i’ll leave my shoes at your door
there will be no more pillows
thrown onto the floor
because after this,
i’m not coming home anymore.
thank you for being the best thing
that ever happened to me.
