hopelessly comfortable

having a bit of hidden sun

or ten minutes out of the cold

probably helps most when

ending the day and nowhere to go

lending your love with nothing left to give

existing just to remember what life is

stay on top of those clouds

show your heart and follow the lead

like a final dinner and last request

your privacy long gone

coming from a neighborhood with no home

often the instinct is to not sit still

making long days become nights

fighting the relaxation and getting

organized whether you like it or not

right when water hits the rock

torn between a duchess and a noose

as the answer is presented to you

by a mountain across the ocean or right next door

let home be where the comfort dwells

everything about you is love

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