Put Dispatch on the stereo again and we'll kiss until we can no longer stay awake. Then and only then will it seem like a good idea to move into your bed. It's chilly in this room, so we'll snuggle together for warmth. There's not much room, but between the two of us, we could not care less. Dispatch is still playing on the stereo in the other room, or maybe it's the Red Hot Chili Peppers now. It doesn't matter, because your skin is enough noise for me. Let's take a drive when we wake up. We'll switch genres and play some country music as we drive down back roads with the window's down. Diet Pepsi tastes so much better out of a straw in a cup far too big for any car's cupholders. Will you kiss my forehead and look at me in a way that makes me feel like the wind can go right through me?