Feb 2020
you've filled every thought in my head
that you follow me back from home into bed.
I worry about who I'll be when I'm dead,
when all that I am is just of you instead.
that you follow me back from home into bed.
I worry about who I'll be when I'm dead,
when all that I am is just of you instead.
I've let you into my heart, until all that I beat was for you.
