The Golden Ticket

play this song to read post correctly. 

My heart doesn’t race anymore.

I’ve found this city where you and I share a room surrounded by vacant houses and empty supermarkets.

My heart thumps evenly from the time I wake up till I’m snoozin' in your curls. Cause’ mmm boy with you? No time for dinner or reading the paper.

That’d be wasting minutes we could spend roaming our eyes through in glimmery places, bathing in roses and lavender oils.

It’s a highway to Hell, love is. But I’m winning.

Not like a race... no.

Uh think of Charlie “I’ve won! I've won The Golden Ticket! I’ve got it. I'VE WON!”

Being with him makes me weak in the head. I don't have to think or invent a thing. In fact, he makes my body forget I have a head at all.

“I love you.”

You imagine hearing the words from someone who isn’t your family. Someone you sleep about, watch movies about, eat breakfast about.

“You love me?” I ask. Poking his conscience.

He nods.

“Say it again.” I let my elbow bump against his chest.

“I love you.” He repeats.

The only thing I know is that I am a drop and he is precipitation. I fall through cracks and he sucks life into clouds and pours dread over skylines and I, I do not deserve him.

Just, Hazel.