| night changes things, you can't see exactly how, but you can feel it in
your bones. spaces open up which haven't been there before. you know
that night's different and you guess at why and you wonder why, but you
understand that you'll never understand, because the night is about
things changing. the other fact about night is that it doesn't last,
its temporary and like all good things, it must come to an end
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock,
the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
I'm pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure
I got the money if you got the time
You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone's ringing
And the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."
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You say life's been hard on you
well I got news, it's hard on me to
we seem to have the same old issues
some just surface
some deeper in the tissue
So I wanna get through with the was
and get started with the right now
The sky ain't a ceiling, at all.
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well... ...that's interesting
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Is everything coming together, or is everything falling apart?
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