You're in the bedroom
I'm in the kitchen
Folding the linens like my mother told me to
If I'm homesick, I find home in holding you
If you look at me without saying you love me, I'll pile to the floor
With the dust, dead hair, wonder if you care
Meet my doubt with reassurance
Say those words I'm so allured in
The shirt I threw on was your girls before
Does it sit in your drawer?
You love me, but did you love her more?
I'll never leave a piece behind, be naked for you all the time
If you see me in some bad light and don't think I'm pretty
Keep that shit to yourself, my photo on the highest shelf
To think back fondly when the next girl sorts through your laundry