almost airbourne

you can walk to the ends of the earth if
you'd like. i don't mind. i need you like
i need air. it's funny how i can't help
myself. i look to the wall and see paris
and imagine us under a pastel duvet.
i'll bring you marmite on toast in bed
every morning, stroke that bit by your
ear which sends shivers down your
spine and tell you that falling in love
with you was my best idea yet