I’ll be the tip toes out of your door at night
The last headlights to ever kiss your driveway goodbye
Since I couldn’t do the same to you

You can be the break in my heart
I can be the good in your night
And I’ll never find out if you’re a breakfast person

I’ll be clothes littered on the floor
Dirtying up our consciences
Until someone comes and picks you up
Out of these messes I make

And you…
You’ll be the hollowness I feel at night

Because I let you fill the holes in my body
When I couldn’t fill the holes in my heart

But I’ll leave a space for you between my fingers
And clear a room in the basement of my thoughts
Where you can stay always

If you ever want