Win

I watch you as you brush your teeth
Right arm folded beneath your chest
And then you lean close and put your finger on my nose

A little toothpaste leaves your mouth
As you laugh at your own joke
Now I want a hug though it leaves me with a stain

I've got a hideout for your fears
I've got a way to dry your tears
I've got pockets full of roses
Waiting here on spring

I don't have much
But it's yours

I watch you take your make-up off
You're wearing my favourite shirt
And smile as you refuse to give it back

You talk about your newest book
And how you can't stop it's just so good
I listen and rest my chin upon your head

When I'm alone
Three minutes feels like a lifetime
When you're gone
My mirror is empty
And my shirt is folded neatly in its drawer
I don't have much

I've got a hideout for your fears
I've got a way to dry your tears
I've got pockets full of roses
Waiting here on spring
And for once I seem to win

I don't have much
No I don't have much
But it's yours



Credits
Writer(s): Koen Alvarez Wintels
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