I think I may be gayer than originally planned
I want to build you a house made of bone. One that’s nice and cozy in my rib cage where your heart calls home. Put a safe in the palms of my hands because only you hold the combination. Build your white picket fence and blue skies in my eyes so maybe one day you will want to come inside. And even if you choose to leave I’ll keep the light on just in case you find your way back to my place.