Vacancy

I came in yesterday, and Unpacked my things in the room. But, I couldn't shake the feeling: This place will be my tomb. It's rundown, tattered, But maybe sort of cozy. Mind if I look around? (I'm feeling kind of nosy) Come to think of it, I'll probably stay a while. I'm shocked at how Quickly it makes me smile To be with you, here, In your torn, broken heart. At this point I Couldn't bear to be apart. So let me rent the room That's vacant in your soul. I'll pay you in my love. I'll never be late, because I'll pay you in my love.