Your bed is softer than mine. You think I could stay the night? I can imagine what they say about me while I’m away. “The glass, the space between your head and the past.” The days don’t leave me with anything but half functioning pieces and lungs filled with glass and stone. I’ve got friends that will drag me, skin and bones, back to the place that I call home. But I’d take your bed over anybody else’s bed. I guess that you cast the first stone. I caught it in my teeth and hung my heart from your lamp post. I’d take your lips over anybody else’s lips. Because I wasted all my young breath standing in the doorway singing, “I’ve found no peace in my heart along the way. I have no place in my heart for you to stay.”
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