I wrote this for you.

Home.

My heart fills a bloody vein

When I sleep, in dreams

I see you only before pain

But it’s not what it seems.

Lucifer dress me in thorny roses

Reds and blues, blacks and whites

And I have all my dirty tricks

Under my sleepless nights

But you’ve become my idée fixe.

I could cut the bloody vein with a teardrop

I could use a knife to carve memories too

None as real, none as sharp

I could cut the bloody vein with a teardrop

Only if it were for you.

In this picture you belong

In this picture I don’t stand

I don’t have a place in this world so wrong

Where in this life will this maze end?

I long to kiss you, your godlike face

It may kill my pretentious bliss

For when I meet your familiar embrace

I will finally go home

For home is where my heart is.