i remember late dark nights,
you'd rest your head on me
and ask if you could fall asleep
as we walked down empty streets -

fake glares and sarcastic tones -
'am i that idle to be referred
to as nothing more than an item'
as you refer to me as a pillow

soft wines and pouty replies
you'd rest on me anyway, but
baby, let's be honest;
i'd be your support any day