Stars

If stars shouldn't shine by the very first time, then dear it's fine, so fine by me.

I have a problem. See, I need to do a thousand things by tomorrow. But all I can think about is you. And then I scratch the million and one mosquito bites I have on my legs. And that just reminds me of how I got them, sitting in your backyard, and that talk we had.



There's no safer way to stumble through all of this than with you. I'm not scared.

I don't have to exist outside this place.