[verse 1]
We argue … we disagree
We talk a lot, but we don't really speak
Dodge conversations, avoid injuries
Daggers for eyes, sharp words, they cut pretty deep
She don't wanna patch the wounds, she rather see it bleed
Protects her misery with selective memories
Says she's doing good, she just projects it differently
She can keep a smile if she neglects to mention me
‘Cause I stress her, though the feelings mutual, I hide better
Rummage through the closet drawers and find letters
Confessions of the feelings she had in fine weather
So I fold down the photo album on my dresser
‘Cause how can I trust her?
When it's dark outside she don't provide effort
It seems in the night the only thing she offers is
Shattered dreams, broken pictures and promises
[verse 2]
3000 miles away with my thoughts on a Virginian
‘Cause we separated by more than just the distance
Tension, she finds faults with my intentions
I'm thinking I deserve some applause for my resistance
For instance, right after she called giving the business
I found myself surrounded by broads showing me interest
Said I had a girl back at home, but she insisted
It's only for the night baby, I can be your mistress
Although I stayed strong with my defenses
You can thank the break of dawn for the decision
‘Cause when the night takes hold it's pretty convincing
Devil sitting on my shoulder, my angel gone missing
He whispering, “How would she ever know the difference
And she gon' think the worst anyway, so why not give it?
Love is a drug, you'se an addict, you dependent
And the only way for you to break the habit is to kick it
Why don't you let the night fix it?”
[verse 3]
So perhaps temptation
Got me on the path to inflation
I start to rise, but the cost is high
Am I thinking straight? Have I lost my mind?
‘Cause the options I've taken, under consideration
Used to be forbidden, now I entertain them
Claim she need space, so much pressure in her mind
Tell me she can't trust me ‘til I catch her in her lies
Eyes out the window of this cold apartment
Not much to console when u grown so heartless
The light makes it so hard to scope ya target
But life so clear under the cloak of darkness
And that's what provides the answers
Nightclubs, pretty girls, private dancers
It's not romantic, but it might be best thing going
And it's hard to say no, when the night takes over