i'm tired of crying
i'm tired of late nights
i'm tired of dying
of sirens and bright lights

I'll hide you.
In a room
In the back of my mind.
I'll keep the flowers you bought me there.
Cherish their scent.
In that room where they'll never die.
I'll keep the taste of your kiss there.
The wet sponge of your tongue
At my teeth.
Only there will I have goosebumps from your touch.
From your words.
I'll hide you between those four walls.
I'll hide you
In there with my love.