Your garden

Would you carry me on your shoulders
If I didn’t know any better
Then to abandon

Would you sink with me in the ocean
Would you stay with me in a prison
If I abandon

Would you drag me out of the apartment
Would you break the glass as a statement
Would you give us up

We are one in a million
We’ve built this house in a season
but it should make it through winter
It should last us forever

I wait outside your garden, just under the lamppost
Where you grow all your flowers and you use me as compost
But I shouldn’t worry, for the end of our story
My heart has been bruised, my soul has been immune
Well it became so clear, every time that you’re near
I can’t see, I can’t breathe I can’t tell if I’m dead
I’ve been going through life with your foot on my head
And I drown in your bed

Would you drag me out of the water
Hook me up to the respirator
would you wait for me