If you invited me would you tell your friends?
Would you tell them it was pretend?
Will I be one of those skeletons you hide in the closet?
Do they know you wanted this?
Do I play into your fantasy?
Do you and I sneak off into the night under the moon?
So we can look into each other’s eyes and fall in love again?
Or is that just the fantasy part you were after?
This is a cruel game you play.
But it takes two to play and I'm in.