home is in your arms
running my fingers through
your curly hair
that\'s too damn pretty
and falling asleep to the sunrise
or at least it used to be
until i left my heart
in the backseat of your car
now i\'m having panic attacks
on public bathroom floors
the sun won\'t shine
where the ground is bloody
so it sure won\'t shine on me
i\'ve been trying to get my heart
back inside where it belongs
you were my home
a privilege you callously rejected
-m.m.