If you keep me in your heart
Then keep me in your wallet
Tucked between the money that I wasted on you
And keep me in your phone
Keep me on your key-ring
Keep me rolling round about the bottom of your bag
And keep me in your hall
Keep me in your bathroom
Keep me hanging up stretched out and dripping next to you
And keep in your sheets
Between the stripes and flowers
Where the map we used to draw has long since washed away
I'll be the highlights in your hair
I'll be the cracked and flaking polish on your nails
I'll be the wax inside your ears
I'll be the overbearing perfume on your neck
So keep me on your wall
And glued into your albums
With all the friends and family who never keep in touch
And keep me in your drawers
Keep me in your wardrobe
Between the borrowed shirts and Christmas gifts you never wore
I'll be the scratches on your arm
I'll be the monthly useless lining of your womb
I'll be the last drink before bed
I'll be the puffy eyes and dampness on your cheeks