“It’s a shame we didn’t start sleeping together sooner, or you might’ve gone for me instead”
(And I’m better)
Evolutionary science suggests I’m right
(Well not about the better — a separate matter)
For what it’s worth.
There is comfort in conviction
But god, it’s dark out here
And I need a beacon more than a blanket
Somehow less cold sitting by your open window
Than in my bed typing notes in the lamplight.