Lover I Don't Have to Love

Bright Eyes

I picked you out 
Of a crowd and talked to you 
Said I liked your shoes
You said thanks can I follow you? 
So it’s up the stairs 
And out of view
No prying eyes 
I poured some wine 
I asked your name you asked the time
Now it’s two o’clock, 
the club is closed we’re up the block
Your hands on me 
I’m pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth 
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn’t care to know 
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don’t have to love 
I want a girl who’s too sad to give a fuck
Where’s the kid with the chemicals? 
I thought he said to meet me here but I’m not sure
I got the money if you got the time 
You said it feels good I said I’ll give it a try
Then my mind went dark 
We both forgot where your car was parked 
Let’s just take the train
I’ll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits 
Some sad singers 
They just play tragic
And the phone’s ringing 
And the van’s leaving 
Let’s just keep touching
Let’s just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk
Where’s the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can’t seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you 
You write such pretty words
But life’s no story book 
Love’s an excuse to get hurt 
And to hurt 
“Do you like to hurt?” 
“I do! I do!”
“Then hurt me.”