Lying on my bed.
Barefoot, in the comfiest clothes I own.
Blogging.
Listening to Kate Miller-Heidke.
Drinking Lady Grey
I wish I was a writer.
I see the way you smile at the TV
And I think of back when we had no TV
and all the times I made you laugh
which wasn't many
I see your eyes light up when you talk to your friends
They used to light up for me
Way back in 2006
I was all you could see
