Come Up

The neighborhood 
is quiet, 
all streetlights 
turned out. 

There's no
one awake, 
and no reasons 
to doubt. 

I can't stand 
the silence, 
so come up 
the stairs. 

Wear your shoes 
on the carpet, 
I don't even 
care. 

Just give me 
your hand, 
I'll let you 
take lead. 

So I can give 
what you want, 
and take what 
I need.
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