Sitting in the bed she watches Him move naked across the room Smile on her lips and buzzing in her head She picks up her blue guitar and strums A melody coming before the words Feeling the vibrations against her bare chest Aligning with her breathing and beating heart The verses slowly bubble up to the surface Like feelings trying to be contained escaping Inspiration doesn’t always from obvious places Sometimes it comes from secrets That she’ll lock away for other days When the man who made her scream is gone And she’s back with a man who makes her scream In anger instead of pleasure who doesn't know About this evening or the song she’s writing In early morning about a stranger hidden Away in guitar strings and abstract words Giving nothing away as she gives nothing away To keep a relationship she doesn’t want That gives her what she wants in stability The safe and boring that keeps her sane But as his naked form returns to bed Giving herself over to insanity looks so good
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