There's a cave made of sheets And I, I know we want to be inside Take off all of your clothes and climb Into a cave of sheets tonight
Steal away You and me To a cave made of sheets
This song reminds me of The Winter Rose and Hero Jarvis and Sebastian St. Cyr. I don't know why. It might do with the fact that I keep re-reading all of H&S's parts in the books or that I've currently started on The Winter Rose (second time this year). The feeling of utter longing and indulging in it - all without saying anything. Because you just know. How you feel and how he feels. Sometimes, I wonder if I am mistaken about things. What happened if nothing actually happened? So I listen to stuff. I read stuff. I do stuff. And I haven't hit that low yet. Each time I think I am about to reach it, doesn't happen. I am just waiting around.
CALL ME TALK TO ME SEND ME A MESSAGE TELL ME WHY STOP ME HATING YOU