Your top row is a secret
Overlooking new perspectives
Twists in new ways, clearly connected
You think someone won't like it
You are not like the others
In you I find some comfort
You keep the way you've received this
In the best of your pockets
We know we'll seldom see it, the way the corner cuts your lips
You're ashamed, it hurts, I know this
Your snoring echoes in your neck
It tempts me so in quiet
I feel I'm being laughed at
You are not like the others
In you I find some comfort
You are not like the others
In you I find some comfort
I will supply your body
With something warm; it's not me
Our beds are always half empty
The ones we love are angry
