Part time lover,
You never seem to leave.
Our time ends when the moon sets
And tangled bodies creep from strangers' beds.

We are not meant for daylight.
Our playful back and forth is only meant for dark lit clubs,
Dark alley ways, and beds that give us an idea,
A hint of something that once was there.

When whiskey burns and smoke lingers in her hair,
Seeping in to every corner of you that you'd keep hidden.
Every tainted crack is crept in to,
Inhabited by your darkest desires and regrets.

We are not meant for daylight.
We are shadows of the lovers we knew and want to be,
A whisper of what once was cherished and was let slip away.

Do not follow me in to the dawn.
I do not wish to meet you there anymore.
You now only cast my ugliest parts,
Housing every word and action I wish not to see.

Stay in the dark,
And do not follow me.