Dusted Minds&Dirty Rooms

My god this dirty room

Dusty shelves are hard to see

Without my glasses so I can't

Really properly clean -

I'll breathe in your silence,

As you take a look around

Looking at my place

As if it were lost and found

I see you holding your sneeze

Not trying to interrupt a moment

While I dream about somewhere we could be

That's just a little more free

I'll take to a cleaning and do it in a

Proper way

Would you then stay? Maybe my thoughts would be clear

So just in case saying goodbye

Won't be something to fear