In my room cause I’m not crowded it’s the only place

Where no heart is defrauded, where no word is bad
Here the air is full of nothing what important is
Here my mind is not a bandit cause no one exists
but me

In my room I hunt for darkness that nobody sees
It is seeping down my wrinkles painting all my dreams
It is good to be in my room cause I lick my lips
And I wet them to remember your inviting kiss
your bliss

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