3 a.m Nightmares

our confession.

                                      Dirty feet in

                                   crowded rooms

                                     I'll stay small,

                                     lie for you too

                                    Bleeding glass

                                    color the walls

                                   Salty tears echo

                                      in the halls

                                    I'd live in a glass

                                    house with you

                                    Let them see that

                                    our love is true

                                    Taint me black

                                    and I'll paint you

                                            blue

                                     Let's see what

                                       they'll say or

                                              do