Saturday Night-Eve

> --- Eve 6 Saturday night burns a redness on my face I tasted you tasted me you were never my taste Now you're left alone with precious thoughts Of half assed half an hour stops And talk so small I can't remember ever saying a word Laced with thick naivete Firm delusions can't be swayed Tell yourself you're happy We both know the truth It's false behind the dirty talk the dirty sheets the sexy walk Your eyes are closed your heart open wide and that's no good There is something up my sleeve There is nothing in-between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardon Honesty's a virtue that can hurt you let it be The thought that counts is counting down the minutes 'till I leave And when I do you'll be looking for security in words Though you know that you won't get it for the better for the worse I apologize for me Then I'm back in a couple weeks I'm too weak to help it Don't know how to end it I apologize for me