I am a hopeless wanderer

We made quite a mess babe, it's probably better off this way. And I confess baby, in my dreams you're touching my face, and asking me if I wanna try again with you. And I almost do.

I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.

—Arctic Monkeys

I’m hanging on every careless word, hoping it might turn sweet again like it was in the beginning.

—Little Big Town