Tell me what song you listen to by yourself at 2am, sitting in your bed, laptop on your lap, the screen dimly lighting up your face.

Let me watch you quietly pace through your kitchen barefoot on a Sunday morning, humming as you make your coffee, carefully turning the pages of yesterdays newspaper or that new book you're reading.

Tell me that one line from a song which makes your stomach drop.
Tell me about that one time when you were six which makes you laugh incontrollably.
Tell me about that time when you were 10 which always makes you cringe.

Let me watch you in a room with nothing but walls and an acoustic guitar.

Tell me what you see right before you fall asleep