The Collection of Shit About "Him"

Your Bed

Your Bed

All I want is to drive to your house and sleep in your bed. 

You don’t have to hold me or speak to  me.

You don’t even have to sleep.

You can play guitar  as my eyes close. 

I’ll listen to your fingers plucking away as you play all your favorite parts of all your favorite pop punk songs. 

I’ll wrap myself in your comforter and you can keep the lights on.

I’ll smell that clean scent that follows you around and clings to your clothes. 

When you grow tired of playing you can join me. 

Crawl into bed, talk if you want, touch if you want just as long as it’s me you want to do it with. In your bed… clothes on or off…sweet or sexy… I don’t care. Just let me lie there.