Purple neatly pinned, into a bun
Skin a walnut shell, your light the sun
October nights, cool winds fall
Sitting in the Diamond, beneath the disco ball
Under the cover of, our favorite band
Im still scared, to even hold your hand
I spent the night on the floor
That black stain in the kitchen drawer
The Christmas lights in the living room
The smell of wax and your, scented perfume
I miss coming home to you in our bed
But we're never alone with the voices in our head