Maybe tomorrow I will do nothing.
I will come home and sit.
Sit and do nothing.
When you laugh you’ll feel my breath there, filling up your lungs.
And when you cry, those aren’t your tears, but I’m there falling down your cheek.
And when you say you love him, taste me, I’m like poison on your tongue.
But when your tired, if your quiet, you’ll hear me singing you to sleep.