I am a conventional weapon

In the way that I am the

Swiss Army knife that enters your

Stale bred life and cuts in with

Skills of day to day means to round out

The life you never pictured you

Could have that pretty little vision

Of a house on a hill with

Gabled roofs and a fence that's just

Yea high

And I'll fold your fitted sheets

Break your morning eggs with

The soft fingers that wish to

Play with the waistband on your

Late night sweats

Watch as I lace my knees through yours

And tell you all of the things

You aren't strong enough to tell yourself

So I'll build you up

And build you stronger than

Any woman could ever hope

Because that's what happens

When you don't bother with

Cheap material

And fake propositions that scream

For only ever compromise

And not enough selfless sacrifice

So I'll turn your world

Into some kind of heaven

If you promise to keep ahead of

The wind that whispers to take me

In any direction

That I feel I'm needed

Breaking a mould bound in

Family ties and romantic notions

Of stability and loss of spontaneity

So settle down with me

Plant roots into the tiny flower garden

That sits underneath painted shutters

But be prepared

For goddesses to become bored

Because the springtime

Brings buds of new life

But also memories of a time before

When there was loss but also adventure

So say goodbye to your

Safe life of known wonders

And find a new home with me

Where I'll lead you down to hell

Though you'll be glad to go

For there's a dark place

Inside anyone that dares to

Make a home out of anywhere

So let me make a home

With the precision of

Someone who is an expert on

Drifting into new places and

Leaving echoes running down the halls

And permanent change to

The chips in the walls

So let me change your lightbulbs then

Put a few more dents in the baseboards

A few more scuffs on the door frame and

Take your hand to leave

The glow behind to find

A heart inside of the sound of

Building a home inside of you