Apparently, the moon is a little brighter than usual tonight. I hang my head on your sleeve, as you speak of subtle things. Satiated ' we seem so happy. We must seem so complete. Your voice is illusory, draped in the night ' it covers me. I hang my head on your sleeve, as you speak of irrelevant things. Who would have thought this was all we could ever be? This night, this table, this conversation, this warmth. You hide behind your words, and I do not come looking. I am tired. I do not want you if you cannot want me. We are role-playing. You the lover, I the loved. You the confused, I the pacifier. I will let your words wash over me, break over me. The world will not watch forever ' there will be much time to leave. There will be time to turn you back. I will enjoy you tonight; because the moon is a little brighter than usual.
