the thing i want to do with you is everything.
the place i want to go, everywhere.
i get ticklish when i think about you, and
the rest of the world is fuzzy and unimportant, trying in vain to catch my attention.
my sheets are soft, but the air is thick here.
and my daydreams are traveling through the miles between us,
trying to find you,
to lie down next to you,
to touch you, even just for a second.
the thing i want to do with you is everything.
the place i want to go, everywhere.
anywhere but here, away from you, is where i want to be.