tonight
we both sat motionless in the midst of everything
both staring
at the sad, sorry ceiling
like if the answers were hidden in the tiles
i saw you smile twice in my general direction
as he was off to the bathroom
but i didn't acknowledge your razor stare
tearing into me
i'll call you once
i'll call you twice
and i'll be your midnight man
it's no fun this way
at least not now
after i've been all across your symphony
somewhat deranged
and you leave even before i get the chance
to offer you a stay
but everyone's hanging around your place
so you have to get home and show your face
i'll never see you again
and i want some of that gain
but to you i'm just
a midnight man