Slip out of your sweater and into my bed,
cry out in the gutter to be inside instead.
You'll be what you dreamt of and wish you had not
forgotten that this spot is everything you got.

Slide over to my side, I'll throw away the key
to the clown you have always wanted me to be.
I'll be your ghost in a closet, the one that you keep
pushing and pulling, make laugh and make weep.

But there will be a rainbow and there will be a smile
and we'll have fun together, at least for a while.
Till we crash but who cares! We never will, for
we live until we die; we do not stop before.