Streetlight

He came out of the dark, into my arms

Begging to come inside

Asking for hot water and a place to stay

I couldn't say no to the look in his eyes

He crawled through the hall and into my bed

And dressed the room with flowers from home

He had nowhere to go till the morning came

And, when I woke, I was alone

But you don't have to lie

I guess you think you're being nice

I'm the tea before bed, I'm the pillow to your head

Only meant to be loved at night

Better call it what it is and leave me when it fits

No, I didn't call you mine

It was a trick of the streetlight in your eyes