tell me what song you listen to by yourself at 2 am, sitting in your bed, laptop on your lap, screen dimly lighting up your face.

let me watch you quietly pace through your kitchen, barefoot on a sunday morning, humming as you make your coffee, carefully turning the pages of yesterday's newspaper or that new book you're reading.

tell me what that one line from that song is that makes your heart drop into your stomach.

tell me about that one time when you were six that makes you grin uncontrollably and about that time when you were ten that makes your eyes water

let me watch you in a room with nothing but white walls and an acoustic guitar

tell me what you see right before you fall asleep.