i'd like to be on your mind, in your head,
crawl inside, would you let me?
would you want me there?
to curl up and sleep idly atop your subconscious,
haunt your dreams, could i now?
would i, if i tried?
and would you want me there?
because i do, repay you for all the moments i've spent,
words i've wished, wasted on you, quiet thoughts,
i want to
trouble your mind the way
you trouble mine.
(last lines shamelessly ripped from exile vilify by the national, because i'm an unoriginal hipster.)