I'm going back to 505
If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting,
lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Stop and wait a sec,
when you look at me like that my darling,
what did you expect?
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
or I did last time I checked.
I'm not yet.
Not shy of a spark.
The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark.
Frightened by the spite,
though it's no harsher than the bark.
The middle of adventure is such a perfect place to start.
I'm going back, five oh five.
If it's a seven hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side
With your arms between your thighs
