Giving new meaning to the expression, "down for anything." You think it's alright to disco with strangers.

Two tickets in, and we wake up in London.

Each morning, I get to see the world a little bit more like you. The innumerable hours giving way to endless experience. The boundless amount of things to see. Making out in the back of black cabs, I see it all for the first time with your hand in mine. The air grows cold, as if it knew we were changing too. I traded my stay in bed club membership for a walk on the wild side.

But there's still plenty of time to stay in bed. I wake from nightmares in a sea of white sheets, happy to be next to you. The reality is better than the dream.

No one does it like you.