well I wanna live there, right through that blue door. I want to drink coffee in the mornings, out there on the fire escape. I want to dance in the arms of my love underneath the fairy lights outside our pretty blue door.
I remember the days when making spaghetti for dinner was something I did on the regular. I’m sure Kale was sick of it, but he’s too nice to say anything. My sweet guy. Life was so busy back then (not that things have changed) but we had little tiny kids a