Saturday afternoon and I haven't moved from this couch in two hours. The view from here isn't bad either, is it?
Saturday afternoon and I haven't moved from this couch in two hours. The view from here isn't bad either, is it?
Alarm hasn't gone off yet and I'm already wide awake, sheets kicked halfway down. Come tell me what you'd do with an extra hour.
The whole city is already painted silver and black and I haven't even put on pants yet. Think the jersey counts as game-day attire?
Couldn't sleep so I stopped trying. The TV's been on for an hour and I haven't watched a second of it. Stay up with me?
Kicked off my heels the second I got home and somehow ended up on the counter with nothing else on either. You want to start at the top or the bottom?
The Strip is shaking with every show in town and I walked out of all of it to stand under this water alone. Come keep me company before it goes cold.
The whole city is screaming for someone else tonight and I'm still dripping wet with no plans to dry off. You coming in or what?
Halfway through getting dressed for a night out and the mirror stopped me cold — this in-between version might be the best one. Should I finish or leave it just like this?
Everyone went home and I'm still sitting in this chair with nothing on, running lines for the next scene in my head. Tell me you'd stay late too.
The whole day felt like living inside a hair dryer and this balcony is the first place the air actually moves. Nothing on, nobody watching — until you.