not sure where the taxis came from.. but i also read pleas as peas and wondered why there was food fight in your bed, too!
I like how it went from light to dark though, and the constant is your loved one. :)

Very much like a song. I feel like it’s calling out to someone— letting them know exactly what exists within the vagueness of their love. And I also get a sense of longing to be saved from heartache. A longing to be safe, and safely in love.