I pull the curtain of fog over me
To skew vision for nights like these
Nights I think that I need
Nights that keep me blurred
Around the edges of their eyes
As they fall in love with me
It’s pitch black, sometimes navy
Either way, it’s dark

We were smoking on the porch
And he was looking at me
Like I was something real
He’s naïve, of course
But on these nights, I’ll take it
The fog is getting thicker
I wanted it this way
This is all my idea, my doing

Sometimes in the morning
The curtain has slipped up
And there are hours
Before I can pull the sweet
Promise of the kiss of death
Back over my eyes
To **** out my soul
I need it, I think I need it

The fog gives us all cover
As we go out to waste our lives
Pretty girls with charcoal eyes
Stiff drinks to make us cry
Those mornings when the fog slips up
And a lover is there, left over
That’s when I need cover the most
They can’t see clearly, not me

I’ve been veiled in my delusion
Shrouded from the truth so long
I can’t go on without it
My friends all live in the fog
My lovers as false as the words
I let spill from my mouth
After one too many
I’m lying, but they let it slide

They’ll let me stay in the fog forever.