Gets Harder

I was inches away from crawling out, burnt the bed when I was all alone
Then I built this house and there is no one

It began with our hands stuck inside of our heads
And a wolf slept in both of our beds
You were living with insects, I was king in a pig pen
I never said anything that I didn't mean

These constant condolences
That kept us alive when we were just kids
'Cause I was inches away from crawling out, burnt the bed when I was all alone
Then I built this house and now there is nobody home

Little dove, you can show me what you're made of
You can say what you're afraid of
You can sleep in 'til your skin stinks, 'til your skin stinks
In your defense I was senseless

Then again maybe I'm a mess
Then again maybe I'm a mess

Leave us alone, little dove
Leave me alone, little dove