I keep wasing my hair,
hoping you will run your fingers through.
I shave hoping you will touch my cheeks,
I keep changing my sheets longing for you,
everyday.

Overcoming your trauma,
the ghosts of your past.

Means finding your way back to the you
from before,
means meeting a stranger,
getting to know the real you.

Hello roomie, nice flat.
Mind if we open the curtains,
let some sunshine in.

I'm so tired
Lord lay me to rest.

Chain me up,
clutch my wrists,
and hold me down.

Hold me tight.
Show me you care,
show me I matter.