Let’s
make a list of our insecurities, introduce our imaginary enemies to each other. Let’s invite all of our demons to a cocktail party. I can’t drink right now but
they always put that whiskey away. Let’s play a game of “I’ll show you mine if…”
Let’s talk about all the things we don’t know. Let’s turn the lights on. I’ll
wince at the view of those corners, maybe you will too, this is the kind of
private tour I am too afraid to give, so show yourself around, make yourself at
home. Let’s lay back on these leather recliners like crazies and speak our
pasts like music, let’s bathe each other in our stories, I have a lot of
stories, baby, I have a lot of stories.
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