The wrong words.

Lover, I love you.

cakebeef:

I would make a bed

(out of blankets and pillows and that

cloud foam mattress cover thing

my mother bought me that I don’t use)

in front of my refrigerator

and keep it open all night

with the knob turned up to seven

(that’s as high as it goes)

if you would just come sleep with me tonight.

Then tomorrow I would buy an air conditioner.