A House, a Home

He gave us sheets made our beds
Tonight we’re not alone
I am not scared
We shared our pills when we needed hope
You brushed my arm in the hall
When you walked by
I know my heart makes me wicked
No one believes me i know
That’s what i saw
Out through the door of his office
You love him i’m all alone
Covered in blood
The good doctor he loves dorothea
Now that i’m gone i can know
I was so wrong
You die knowing he’ll burry you
Next to your love in the ground
We’ll be parked under cars