I wrote you a book of poems
but you forgot to take it home
so if you're leaving, let me know
because you're the only home I have
I'm taking all the book I own
and putting them on a shelf
So I can read to you each night
before you throw yourself away
I'm not saying that I'm right
I only want to say good night
I'm not perfect, that I'm sure
I only want to be your cure