A House, A Home

he gave us sheets made our beds tonight we're not alone i am not scared we shared our pills when we needed hope you brushed my arm in the hall when you walked by i know my heart makes me wicked no one believes me i know that's what i saw out through the door of his office you love him i'm all alone covered in blood the good doctor he loves dorothea now that i'm gone i can know i was so wrong you die knowing he'll burry you next to your love in the ground we'll be parked under cars