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David

Your fingers curled over 
The top of my headboard
My hands gently tracing
Soft parts of your arm
I can feel, on your fourth finger
The reminder of him

If I were king of a nation at war
I would make sure 
He was in the front lines
If I were king
He’d throw himself out the window at my word
If he happened to die
There's nothing anyone could say

I saw you up on your rooftop
From my upstairs window
Your skin is like honey dripping
Sweet honey dripping
I was sure, if I was close
You would smell just like the sun

If I were king, of a nation at war
I would make sure 
He was in the front lines
If I were king
He'd throw himself out the window at my word
If he happened to die
There's nothing anyone could say