I will kiss you again when you’re lipless.
I would love for you to follow me home
I will be your small bird if you let me,
Singing you softly but singing alone.
I can be the tune on your radio,
I don’t mind being the song in your head
And I will keep living this way if you let me
We made this bed,
I will be lying here, I will be bruised but maybe still
Soft on the inside.