Night thoughts.
What are you thinking of
When our eyes are closed and we drown in sleep
From the twelve midnight exhaustion or after-beer fatigue
Of fuzzy one-night stands in bars with neon-powered lights
When she finds out her heart didn’t put up a fight
Though how distraught and crushed she looks on the sidewalk
Entertaining ideas of sleeping pills or death without a second thought
She has heart trouble and being far away doesn’t make it subside very well
When drawn to you like a living magnet she’s a little surprised finding you repel
Yet another of earth’s theories we’ve entertained minutes before sleep
When two lie here and the girl doesn’t remember to laugh or weep
(At the appropriate parts, but she sounds quite the mystery
When she disregards social norms to a startling poetic degree)
Maybe you think she isn’t trying hard enough
Picking up details from the small stuff
How would you know she isn’t putting them into her pocket
With the rest of the feelings she doesn’t share (at least not yet)
When she’s ready probably she’ll open her heart to you
Her paper butterflies and blood-stained eyes’ll come pouring through
You talk till the midnight’s past and no one tries on purpose to outlast
Now all she simply, really needs to know
Isn’t what you thought of Marilyn Monroe
But rather if you’d sweep away the false from what’s true, so
Her eyes actually ask if you’d offer a quid pro quo