Tell Me

love me

when you’re lonely, when we’re both too tired to speak, when you

don’t believe

in anything, listen, there isn’t anything, it doesn’t matter; lie down

with me and close your eyes, the road curves here, I’m cranking up

the radio

and we’re going, we won’t turn back as long as you love me,

as long as you keep on doing it exactly like that.

Soon, if nothing happens to you, if your luck holds, really holds, you’ll end up completely alone.

and wait

for you, yes you, to come over here

and get down on your knees and tell me

just how fucking good I look