She talks of scars from yesterday,
those emergency exit wounds.
You'd think you're merely a stepping stone,
a boy to stay through this monsoon.
She lets you in on her stories,
those past that has made her who she is.
She holds you even dearly,
for you're like an answered bliss.
She wants to scream for the world to know,
she doesn't need to hide.
You're the boy who came accidentally with purpose
and she's loving you tonight.