Come Here

By now I’m sure you’re immune to my “sorry”
So I really need you not to be mad at me
A piano blares through my headphones
I thought you said I’d never be alone
But it’s 3 a.m. and your texts just aren’t enough
I need your touch, I need your love
Come here and hold me until I fall asleep
I pray my heart and soul is yours to keep
Be my home, be my peace
Be the queen that brings me to my knees
Be everything to me, be my world
Even though you think I everything I say is for the birds

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