Saturday Night

Saturday night burns

A redness on my face

I tasted you

You tasted me

You were never my taste

Now left alone

With precious thoughts of half - assed half an hour stops

And talk so small I can't remember every single word

Laced with think naivete

Firm delusions can't be swayed

Tell yourself you're happy

We both know the truth

It's false behind the dirty talk

The dirty sheets

The sexy walk

Your eyes are closed

Your heart is open wide

And that's no good.

There is something up my sleeve

There is nothing in between

You and me that you can't see

So beg my pardon.

Honesty's a virtue that can hurt you

Let it be

The thought that counts is

Counting down the minutes 'till I leave

And when I do you'll be looking for security in words

Though you know that you won't get it for the better

For the worse.

There is something up my sleeve

There is nothing in between

You and me that you can't see

So beg my pardon

I apologize for me

Then I'm back in a couple weeks

I'm too weak to help it

Don't know how to end it

I apologize for me.

There is something up my sleeve

There is nothing in between

You and me that you can't see

So beg my pardonThere is something up my sleeve

There is nothing in between

You and me that you can't see

So beg my pardon