I'm not as clever as might you think
I didn't mean to leave my mug behind
Or my charger by the sink
I didn't plan what I would say
When you would inevitably write me
To return them the next day

I just hope you don't mind my mess
I don't sleep and I'm forgetful
And I can be kind of careless
I don't think I hide it all that well
Maybe if you took a closer look
You would be able to tell

Somewhere in your bed
In your window, under your thumb
Or the thoughts in your head
Pieces of me litter your life
I'm a torn curtain in a stranger's home
You're the robber with the knife

I can't leave behind what you stole
You have those two things with you
Wherever you hid them, my heart and soul