Young
I dance alone in my bedroom to Johnny Lang
Each creak of the floorboard, wishing it was your humming
To each sweet melody
As you brush your cheek against my temple
It’s nice to have these lonely nights
Sometimes,
Because
When I do see you, I hold you
That ever more tighter
When you’re sat on the porch
Playing your guitar
I’ll come up behind you,
Dressed in lace
And your mothers pearls
She gave me on my 23rd birthday
I let my brunette hair drape down your chest
Kissing the nape of your neck
As you sing of different places
Smiling to the thought
Even if I was to go blind
You would still taste the same
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