when the moments pass out
and the clock stops to count
and all fades to black
I got thrown off the track
I don’t think I can look into your eyes
as you tell me how the evening went
the things I’ve done and said there
still you’re keeping a bit to yourself
afraid to ask I bite on my lips
and try to apologize once more
when I finally wake up
with a large memory gap
and a feeling that’s not quite
the way that I would like