drink a little till you come over
the hole in the wall next to my pillow is for well wishes
and that's how I stay warm in my head
so fucking lucky to wake up to this instead
pens and books and glasses use to share this bed
I'm so fucking lucky to wake up to this instead
my room is winter
you are the spring
this house is colder than my father
that's saying something
my room is winter
you are the spring
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