tell me that we're lovers
tell me that I'm all you got
cause quiet words that whisper under covers
shimmer like a pyrite rock
in a closet, under my bed, in a dark basement
i heard the thumpin, i heard the creakin, i heard you tap to get in.
or are you another bump in the night?
i swear i used to feel it
i swear i used to feel your touch
but it's much too hard to keep saying 'i love you'
without receiving a response (i don't need another unrequited love)
ease your pace, the devils in the details, babe.
no more talking daydreams,
cause now that you're gone i feel
solid as stone and real alone.and cold.weren't you just another bump in the night?
you can't clothe it in language
or wrap it in a metaphor
i dropped a coin in to a food court fountain
and faded in the dull decor
like a boogeyman, or a death sentence, for my wicked ways
like a santa clause, or a gold cross, i best behave.or are you another bump in the night?

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