I'll meet you there where kangaroo pajamas and blue-red city lights don't go well together.
Where we are a bunch of robbers in love with the stars.
Where we have stardust for lips and each day finds us kissing alleyways to sleep.
And when we're out spinning my mum's van underneath all those highway lights, 
I know I'll find you under your big-big hoodie plus a cold pink nose, your face squished gently against the freezing window, a little drool dribbling down your chin.
I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it.