its a talent really, how quickly you forget
about those nights alone together when you made each other sweat
its like a magic trick that didn't please the crowd
you pull her in holding her hips ,fuck you feel so proud
but your black top hat is faded and no longer matches the night
your tricks have been discovered and your grip is no longer tight
it could be a million reasons why you don't answer her call
but she knows one thing and its that you no longer catch her fall
you have a talent really, that your eyes can turn so black
that your mind can go invisible with your body still in tact
that she can wake up next to you and you can look in to her eyes
and she can hold onto your body pretending there's no disguise
that she can feel so safe and perfect when she lays next to you
bare bodies in the sunlight from those windows you cant see through
she wants to get up and walk around in bare clothes while youkiss her neck
she wants to be your girl for always and rub your back when your a wreck
when you sleep the next dark night alone don't you reach for her in your bed
do you think about her as you fall asleep or do you pass black out instead