A House, A Home

He gave us sheets made our beds Tonight we're not alone I am not scared We shared our pills when we needed hope You brushed my arm in the hall When you walked by I know my heart makes me wicked No one believes me i know That's what i saw Out through the door of his office You love him i'm all alone Covered in blood The good doctor he loves dorothea Now that i'm gone i can know I was so wrong You die knowing he'll burry you Next to your love in the ground We'll be parked under cars