Cream colored curtains and a brown couch
A twin bed and my messed up head
These wrinkled sheets and I might be a bit of a grouch

Cried myself to sleep here, laughed until I cried here
His picture on my nightstand, a dozen dead roses next to it
My safe place where I have no fear

The comforts of being naked
Mentally exposed and denuded
My space so open yet so secluded

Identical night lamps and a 10 dollar mirror
White walls, with posters of the places I’ve been
Everything so visible even with the lights dimmer

Melted down on this carpeted floor
But I vacuumed it before
Lay with me and close that door