Please let me know if you’re available tonight,
or even tomorrow, if that’s alright,
she’s a stubborn illusion of lights in the dark;
and I’m scared that she’s managed to leave her mark.

Who knows if she’s still there?
Maybe she’s listening like the angel on my shoulder
or the devil ‘tween my thighs;
Who knows if she hears me?
Maybe she’s watching like the guardians at my back
or the knives down my spine;
I’ve always wanted to leave
and never return
but God, I think you’re the only one Who’ll Listen.