Response to 'Empty Corridors' by Ben Howard.

She has a little house in town,
I sometimes go around there to see her,
And she let me deep inside,
I'll sing her love songs,
But she'll turn a blind eye,
Cause she ain't the sentimental type,
Keep my heart in my pocket,
And I'll hold her tight.

I know that she don't mind,
If I go away and I don't call,
I know that she don't mind,
If I'm absent through it all,
Through it all.

Her skin softer than the bluest eyes,
Cause with the warmth that I need,
Gives me a place to hide,
From the streetlight burning through the bedroom window,
In the shadows and this loneliness we cling to.
When morning comes we will go our separate ways,
Ain't no magic here,
Ain't no reason to stay.

I know that she don't mind,
If I go away and I don't call,
I know that she don't mind,
If I'm absent through it all,
Through it all.

And we fall through empty corridors,
And we talk in our useless metaphors,
Only cause we're lonely.