And the tough thoughts of you and I at midnight
Are no longer thoughts,
But real,
As I roll over,
See you lying there next to me,
The beautiful image,
But oh,
The memory of the first night,
What I had to do to get you to come home,
With me,
The scene was black and white,
With red all over,
A dark night,
Where you slept all alone,
In your bed,
So helpless,
Never saw it coming,
Blood splatters,
Not one scream,
And now here we are,
Laying,
In a graceless romance.
