The Room

up the stairs and through his door
empty bottles on the floor
dusty windows and picture frames
the room of the one she desires

sunset waits through empty hours
to pour through names we wish were ours
i play a cracked guitar with a broken string
near the room of the one she desires

we slowly drink from mason jars
beside the sound of passing cars
but the sun goes down without these sounds
in the room of the one she desires

three different bibles on his shelf
to add to life, love, faith and health
while picking locks and swinging keys
to the room of the one she desires

oh no... oh no...

i forget the ways you moved me
the sugary taste
the way you chased after him while clinging to me

the softing singing from her lips
and the brushing of her fingertips
on my back and through my hair
but i'm not the one she desires, oh no...
i'm not the one she desires