Pink House

We're sitting

In the living room

Of your little pink house

In Golden, Texas

Outside the window

I see the cow pond

Sitting as still

As our sleeping child

In your arms

You're lying

With your back against my chest

Your hair everywhere

Like the sea

I trace your face

Just like my grandma used to

You say baby––stop

I'm gonna fall asleep

The world's a bitch

But we've got each other

We're not perfect

But we're enough

And I try not

To live in retrospect

But for you,

I make an exception