and too many thoughts to keep me up at night
too many women to sit in this room
twiddling their thumbs and pulling their gum
to thin strands hanging loose and abused
looking to me for a safe place to sleep
nothing more
nothing less
all I am
all I could ever hope to be
baby I’ll be your bed sheets
I will be your comforter
if this room should grow cold
the winter should creep in
don’t listen to the branches on the window
they’ll scratch and whisper a sing-song
that you’re wrong and not where you belong
but, baby, I’ll be your covers
and you’re safe no matter where you lay
as long as it’s by my side
as long as you stay here tonight
baby I’ll be your bed sheets
I will be your comforter
I’ll wrap you up for slumber
and keep you warm at night
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