Said I'll be ready in 5',

I'll be the one by the door

That smells like jasmine

And your next heartbreak,

I'll be the one that shines

The dimmest

With the smile you like;

A bit too crooked

The eyes you love

A bit too lucid,

I'll be the one by the door,

With sad lips to match your own,

Palms heavy with grandiose promises

And no place to call my home

I'll be the broken street light 

At the end of your road,

Blinking in and out of existence 

My love for such hollowed bones

I'll be the one you sing for

But too afraid to speak,

I'll be how the distance tricked us,

Stuck its fingers down our throat 

And how the past is born 

With each breath I take

Between your own

I'll be the tears that stain your cheeks 

When all has gone to meet

The pit

I'll be the spit to run down

Another girls lip

I'll be the one you want 

But too afraid to seek;

I'll be the love in retreat,

Long coat dragging on the floor

To hide my weak 

I'll be the one,

I'll be the one by the door,