Yet I still want more. More time. More of your attention. More of all of those little things you give me that no one else even seems to notice.
If I could just have more time alone, I think it would all be better. Things wouldn’t have to seem so rushed, I could take every chance to linger in the best moments and to perfect the rest.
That’s why you find me hanging out past my end time whenever I get the chance. All in hopes of being alone with you.
It’s like we’re alone right now, listening to this archive edition of Bubbles in the Think Tank.