Ended up on the living room floor watching old fight footage and somewhere around the third round I stopped needing clothes. You still up?
Ended up on the living room floor watching old fight footage and somewhere around the third round I stopped needing clothes. You still up?
The Strip is shaking with every show in town and I walked out of all of it to stand under this water alone. Come keep me company before it goes cold.
The whole city is screaming for someone else tonight and I'm still dripping wet with no plans to dry off. You coming in or what?
Halfway through getting dressed for a night out and the mirror stopped me cold — this in-between version might be the best one. Should I finish or leave it just like this?
Everyone went home and I'm still sitting in this chair with nothing on, running lines for the next scene in my head. Tell me you'd stay late too.
The whole day felt like living inside a hair dryer and this balcony is the first place the air actually moves. Nothing on, nobody watching — until you.
The whole city is losing its mind over concerts and I haven't managed to put a single thing on. Talk me into staying home?
Walked in from the Strip and my dress hit the floor before the front door even closed — 104 at midnight is no joke. Caught my own reflection and figured you'd rather see this than hear about my night.
The tile floor is the only thing in this house that isn't betraying me — 113 will make you strip down and stop caring who sees. Come find the cool spot with me.
Thursday morning and the pool deck is completely empty — just me, my coffee going cold, and the sound of the Strip waking up in the distance. There's a weird luxury in having a place like this to yourself before the heat sets in.