Make the bed
I can’t get out of strike
A chord
You are like a knife to me
With which i explore

I long for you
To make me wonder
Where you are
Whisper sweet words
In your ear
Before i shut you out

Don’t look at me
Don’t hold me  in your arms
Stay with me in this room
Stay here for a while

Take a look inside of me
You know not what you see
It’s worth it
To know that i will be

The death of me

Tell me you would
Love to have the rest of me
I’ll promise i’ll try to give

The best of me