geneticmutations:

bright eyes : ship in a bottle

i want to be the surgeon that cuts you open,
fixes all of life’s mistakes.
i want to be the house that you were raised in,
the only place that you feel safe.
i want to be your shower in the morning,
the one that wakes you up and makes you clean.
i know i’m just the weather against your window,
as you sleep through a winter’s dream.