i like falling asleep
with our feet touching
because you're close enough
to me to remind me that
i'm real.

i fell hard for you a long time ago
but i didn't say anything
because we had an agreement.

i didn't realize i would like
being domestic
until i cleaned up the mud
you tracked in
across the white carpet
and we fell asleep
and woke up
together
in the same place
for a week.

It's around 2 a.m.
and you're driving,
stuffing french fries in your face--
          i'm holding your ketchup
          dipping packet thing,
          resting my hand
          on the gear shift.

we're singing to that ridiculous
fucking Royals song that's playing
right now, but

you always have to be right
and the loudest to sing.
          just wanna be heard, i guess.