Let’s spend the afternoon in bed,
With three bottles of wine.
And love the day into the night,
And forget we don’t have time.
Instead of parties, people, madness,
Come on, let’s just doze inside.
Let’s turn off the phones and be alone
And forget about our lives.
So that when you’re gone and far away,
I can unearth you from my core,
And remember afternoons in bed,
And miss you all the more.
Come on, let’s spend the afternoon in bed,
With three bottles of wine,
And forget the edgy past we’ve shared,
Those memories of mine.
Let’s forget the shame and awkwardness,
How I bombarded you with love.
All those drunken whore’s confessions,
Of how your name pounds in my blood.
Come on, let’s just take off all our clothes,
And watch the sun set on the city,
As we smoke through open windows,
And pretend we’re not too busy
To allow ourselves the pleasure
Of discovering each other’s shapes,
Colliding inch by inch
Until we’ve given all that we can take.
And then, when it’s the night,
Let’s get dressed and walk around.
Let’s go drinking till the sun comes up
And make this town our town.
Let’s go staggering through alleyways,
Laughing into kisses.
Throwing looks across these crowded bars,
Like pennies thrown for wishes.
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