I’m just sitting here in the corner of my bed I’m sick actually, the worst of me writing this for you as if I was touching the notes of a piano song. Trying to say to you Every time: your name In the morning, at my coffee, inside of the shower, when I took the train, when I walk around Eixample, every time You inside of my imagination. Living that road trip in the Europe east And you say ever time things about how you are I love how you don’t realize that ever time is you, darling Inside of my imagination. You can fuck everyone in the world, don’t care Your beautiful soul open to me is more addictive that the heaven between your legs And again and again Between the sunrise and sunset, Every time You inside in my imagination