Dearest Genevieve
   Come and run away with me
      We can buy the house we occasionally talk about
         And I'll place welcome mats in front of every single door
               Both inside
                              and
                        ­            out,
                       in hopes that a house for me
                                                    could ever be a home,
                                   Like you are for me.
                    I'll fear you  like all the rest because
                               because you are fully an individual
                          Who might decide that I'm not of importance
                                     Or worth a part of you.
                                                   And I will fear us as you decide what is right
                                                           ­  Negligence is arguably one of the greatest horrors
                                            So is the art of not knowing  
                                   But let's fix this utterly
                                                   let's think about this with our hearts
                                           We can shoot dice
                                                       and spend the night in each others arm
                                                             ­       it feels right.
                                                          ­                     Home.