Come by mine, we can play pretend we’re an item We can play house, I can let you pick the furniture In every room, rounded mirrors, wooden cabinets Pale pink curtains, manual vintage expressos and ceramic cups Everywhere, except the bedroom, leave it the way it is An large bare room with a massive bed, a black large platform  Resembling a stage, this is where I perform ever so often I guess you can snoop around, find clues and invent…