I wanted to be gone before you woke up
leaving us with no more then good memories
the silk of your skin; thoughts lost in passion
muted by hangovers and tired muscles

it seemed so right when I came in
you were so attractive, your hand warm on my back
but now I don't know... It feels wrong
creeping out of your apartment
Mistress of the Early Morning Hours
leaving you to wonder if I was just a dream
or maybe a nightmare.