You pick me
out of all the others.
You say I’m
just what you’re looking for.
You bring me
home by leave me alone
on your porch.
In the dying red light,
you hold a knife
You pick me
out of all the others.
You say I’m
just what you’re looking for.
You bring me
home by leave me alone
on your porch.
In the dying red light,
you hold a knife