Hold me like a hostage
I could be your holy water
Like your bet friend
We're feeling the same things
Tied to rocks and red pens
Writing out your name
On books that I've been lent and poems I've never read
Your ghost is lying naked on my bed
I read her poems
That I have signed off with my name
But never written in my life
She's sparking up a flame
And pouring wax into her eyes
Because shе doesn't wanna see the way I cry but