You asked me what I loved about today;
Seemed so strange at my dim lit desk,
I couldn't look back twelve hours any way,
because my room was a messy nest.
Curious kittens found at home,
Wrapped up in worn out jeans and band shirts,
Curling around my legs; they keep me alone,
As I occupy my mind with music and skirts.
Fantastic imagery, staying up way too late,
Looking for someone or something to blame,
But life after midnight feels so grate,
And damn its cool when you say my name.
But the question? What I loved, what could it be?
There are so many things I love that I could say:
(The way your hair falls, your eyes, smile) you and me,
Yes, we spoke like curious cats, that is what I loved about today.