When the times become rough
Your comfort is my vaccine
My bed, you have been there
No need for chlorpromazine

Your cushion is a cradle
That rocks my problems away
Much like a mothers love
That prevents a child to stray

I've told you many things
Things that no one else will know
In a way, you've been a friend
A friend I know I'll never outgrow

From the tears that I've shed
On top of your sheets
That seemed ever lasting
Just sulk, rinse, repeat

To the words that I've screamed
Till I ruptured a lung
That I punched into pillows
Instead of into someone.

You have been there for me
Judgement free, now I'm fine
To sleep within your comfort, always
Thank you for being mine