Is there – in your half-sized bed –
room for one more body
if we press close in the basement’s dark,
too scared to touch each other,
too lonely not to,
satisfied just to hear each other breathe?
Is there – in your half-sized bed –
room for one more body
if we press close in the basement’s dark,
too scared to touch each other,
too lonely not to,
satisfied just to hear each other breathe?