it's getting late, it's almost four o'clock and there's no way i can be here in the morning. can't let the sun shine on me, leaving this house-- i know, i know i should have left the minute i felt horny. i don't know what i want. i don't have to tell her what i want. but feelings stupit feelings screaming none of us want to be alone. i've got a stupit feeling i'm heading home she's playing with my hair i wish i had no hair and i'm supposed to get her to knock it off. i can't pretend i'm asleep i wish i was safe in my own bed away from the threat of love.