Where she used to be
You once asked her to stay
Where I clumsily fell into
The home that holds her everyday.
No permission, I took refuge
In the chaos of the night. On borrowed time,
I wondered if you felt the same
The rush, the warmth, the mistake that felt right.
If it wasn't for her, I would have stayed
If it wasn't for her, I would have loved
Every moment of feeling belonging
Even in the arms of someone that's not mine.
When we wake up
Our memories will be marked by whisky stains
Boxed away, filed under
Bad Behaviours on Drunken Nights.
I have no reason, nor permission
To wonder and wander
Into the trespasses of your mind.
For what a home is to her, is only shelter to me.
Temporary, I am. Girlfriend, lover, wife, forever
She may be.