Or You Could Stay Here

You could head home
At this late, late hour

Even though it's that time of the month
When cops are usually looking
To fill ticket quotas

You could drive through several
Bad neighborhoods
Hitting several red lights
Waiting by the ominous abandoned warehouse
For the light to change to green

You know that light
By the abandoned warehouse
Takes forever
To change

Or you could stay here

You know, at first I didn't even notice
That you were in such a hurry to leave
Because, you know, we usually do this in the afternoon

You tell your wife you're working late
And she doesn't care anyway
Because she's busy gambling all her money away
At the casino

And you're here with me
And I thought that accounted for why
You always check your watch
And the clock on my nightstand
And that novelty clock
I got at Dollywood

I thought you were worried
About the time

When really--

You just want to get out of here

Oh please

You think I don't know
That your wife just texted you
Telling you she'd be home late
Because she's gotta go do who knows what
Probably settle up some gambling debts

You could stay here all night
And she probably wouldn't care
Isn't your sitter taken care of for the night?

That weird college girl you hire from time to time
Who lives going food shopping at three am

You know, it's really sad when the gay lover of a married man
Is not the most interesting person in his life

Is that why you don't want to hang around?

Am I boring to you?

Should I learn a trick?
Juggling perhaps?

You could go, you know
I'm only teasing

Or you could stay here

Show me that I'm not what I think I am
Even though I'm pretty sure I'm exactly what I think I am

At least help me dress it up
And make it look nice
So I can fall asleep
After you leave

At least hold me
Until you hear me start to snore
And then you can creep out

But do that at least

Give me something

I give you everything
Everything I have
You get

All I want
Is twenty lousy minutes
Where I can pretend
That you're not going anywhere

A scrap of time

You can manage that
Can't you?

I'm going to go to bed

If I feel your arms around me in five minutes
That we can just keep going
The way we are

But if you leave me laying there
Waiting for you
And all I hear
Is the door slam

Then it's slamming for the last time
Do you understand me?

I won't keep doing this
I won't...

I'm going to go to bed

I'll be waiting

Either way

To see what you decide