I wanted to say: Build in me a lighthouse. Be guided by the love I feel for you, for the safety I want to offer. Put knives in your wheels and leave the truck until it’s ticketed and towed. Move your bags into my room and stay. Find a job at a record store, become a security guard at the Met, don’t work at all, and we can live off my twelve-an-hour as you make every record you’ve wanted to. We can take it slow; we can move fast. You can leave me and come back. You can be exactly who you are or you can be what you’ve always wanted to be.
