I wrote you a book of poems
But you forgot to take it home
So if you're leaving, let me know
Because you're the only home I have

I'm taking all the books I own
And putting them on a shelf
So I can read to you each night
Before you throw yourself away

I'm not saying that I'm right
I only want to say good night
I'm not perfect, that I'm sure
I only want to be your cure