I'd like to be the room
The place you go to hide
From a world that doesn't understand
Where you feel safe inside

The furniture that you have
That brings comfort to you
Your favorite place to relax
I would like to be that room

I'd like to be the dresser drawers
You keep your material in
That you wear to bed at night
Against your soft white skin

The rug in the middle of your room
Where you paint your nails
That your body lays upon
And lingers of your smells

I'd like to be the vanity
With the mirror you practice kissing on
For the day when it is
That you fall in love

That same vanities bottom left hand drawer
The one you haven't told your friends*
That you keep your poetry
And other your secrets in

And last if not least I'd like to be
The crystal chandelier above your bed
The very last last thing you see at night
*Before sleep takes your head