I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I wanna be the warmth that fills the space in your bed, I wanna be the sheets your fingers crave at night. I wanna be the blanket that wraps you all night. I wanna drink tea with you, share some records we found, I want to talk about stuff in the world, newspaper. I want to discuss, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences to you, I want your flaws, all of them. I wanna go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I would look at you like a movie, a living artpiece, trying to chase what you crave and capture you.