Without you, i wouldn’t wash my sheets

I’d probably wake up at 1 pm

but when i barely bat my eyes at 6 i know you’re awake

and i cant wait to see what dream you had last night

Without you, i’d still think i was a bad cook probably

And i’d be too sad to wash my dishes

and not ashamed enough to do my laundry

but you don’t make me feel ashamed

you make me feel loved

So loved

Without you i wouldn’t stick to my plans

and i’d probably be mean-er to myself

i wouldnt think of moving to canada

or what its like to have family in the mafia

and i probably wouldnt have anyone else around me that for some reason I have convinced to listen to and enjoy the front bottoms

like, no one else gets it, it’s the emotion that matters it’s like spoken word poetry that straps you in a rollercoaster and sprays water in your face

youuuu are so sweet