The Flicker Of The Interior Light Last Night

do I mistake for shy
your nature when you're just hung up on a guy
the interior light flickers when I get in
to the car and let's me only a glimpse of your eyes

we arrive to the alley
only to have to stand in a long line and wait
contemplating staying or are good times up ahead
a bitter wind chill makes us writhe, thinking of a warm bed

out to you I'll extend
my arms lending you my jacket under the pretense
of keeping you warm but I'm actually trying to mend
your exposed flesh and bones from his scorn

would I miscalculate
if I thought your quiet: the equation of enduring lies
though you plaster a smile and dance all the while
I think behind your pretty facade you're hiding

how's romance treating you
I'll inquire when the music dies to enough of a silence
trying to reach through this tired, old night
to see if you feel as beat as I do

we'll have spent the evening
amongst all these strangers of people; neglecting
our thoughts of our others drinking and forgetting
then we'll get back in the back seat; sobering up

and I'll wonder
what you were thinking between the flicker
of that interior light as I slid into the car drunk
were you as I; pondering your love's posterior