Girl in my bed
This girl in my bed
Wears smiles proudly
Doesn’t try them on first
Or see what they’d go best with
She has the strength not to cry
When she sees my harpoon wounds
Tells me I’ll be okay
As she holds my hand tightly
I believe in her words
As I believe in cold oceans
And when her whole body moans
I know I’ll get better
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