You said you had an issue with night buses.
You said that you would always fall asleep on your way back home after a wicked night out and that you would wake up twenty stations away from Tottenham.
And after that i would always close my eyes and imagine us,you and me,on a nightbus on our way back to your home.
I would keep you company and talk to you about irrelevant stuff just in order to keep you awake,or we would just fall asleep together and then make the classic one-hour-walk home.
You and me.
Just us.
Drunk,singing Morrissey and falling onto each other's arms.
And then maybe i could stay at your house because mine would be too far,and i could just sleep by your side,listening to your drunk,beer-scented breath and feeling your body next to mine.
And everything would gonna be alright.
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