First one off the couch loses   wrestle to what felt like the death   the end of the fight  but was always the beginning   dressing up  in her clothes   all a game in those innocent years    trying to be like you    always a fight between us   and them  trying to tell me to be me   who is me?   Just a part of you?  Or who they tried to craft?
We hid behind the slaps and pinches   boy those pinches still stinging on my red red skin    got a lot of anger out those years   displaced   and all in one stay
Playing with our talking dolls and stuffed animals   nothing too special but everything to us in the upstairs bedroom a safe place to get away   all the episodes we could think about   our imagination running wild   we could find the good in everything    as long as I was with you it was good
Weekends we just wanted to be home   our real home   tired   of being dragged around   rebelled so we stayed up past our bedtime    whispers mixed with giggles    lights go on   we have waken them from their perfect dream   I am sorry we disappoint
Until one day we just stopped   we stopped hitting   we stopped imagining   we stopped visiting them   goodbye bunk beds   but never stopped loving   I grew bigger   but not in the same way   never felt separate from her   always walking beside
And as the years go on and pieces of life come and go   same place   different place  
Those years never slip my mind,  she is always my safe home
I found me when I was trying to be like her