I want to know if you're dreaming of me,
when your smile is egotistical and my eyebrows
are curving up like overworked rainbows.

I want to know if you'll let me share your cigarette,
and swing me across the sky like you said you would,
drive me back home when it's dark and kiss me across
the gear-stick; illegal-like.

I want to know what you think of me when you
think of me, and when I smile, if you look at my lips or
my eyes. I want to know if you'd carry me piggy-back
along the road and throw away my heels because they
hurt. I want to know if my head fits in perfectly between
your chin and your collar-bone.

I want to know, I want to fucking know,
if you even love me at all.