(You remind me of) home.

I can't help feeling like we're tearing this city apart before we move onto the next one (together). This weekend was absolutely gorgeous, so is the girl I spent it with. I feel like I'm falling, all the time. I am falling, all the time. I don't mind it though. I've kissed her good night every night for over a week. That, I believe, makes me the luckiest girl on the planet.

What if I were enough to keep her happy? And what if she wanted that, (me)?


I just want to be someone you know.