There are romances, and then there is true love. I've found that love in my best friends.
Home
There is something comforting about knowing I don't fit in
At a place where no one was meant to stay very long
And the binds that hold my heartstings here
Will never break with the reality of distance
I will always have a couch or embrace to call home
The discomfort of me in my skin
And the comfort of me in your bed
Make everything okay
You believe when you shouldn't
And you stay when the world retreats
You will always have a couch or embrace to call home
And the world will not fail you
Because I won't let it
Thank you for teaching me
The true meaning of love
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