You are a child who doesn't know better
Who destroys the things that he loves
Who cuts up flowers in the street
to be brought back home
Someone who kills in the face of beauty

It's okay to come back here
To a place that may or may not feel like home
I promise you a safe place to breathe
I promise comfort for your stomach and heart

Take your time to cry
Souls also need to be washed clean sometimes
Don't worry about wetting the sheets
Tears are meant to be dropped afterall

See you when the morning comes