We're half asleep, can't
fool me now, please
tell me if I'm right or wrong
We parry, thrust,
let me leave if you're
going to keep slipping away
I see the light
at the top of the stairs,
maybe you left it on for me
But if my teasing ghost
flips the switch back and forth
let me go before I dive too deep
Wide awake, I'm swearing
and sweating off your touch
and everything sweet you ever told me
But you stay half asleep,
spending careless compliments,
throwing away everything I gave
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