The bed is still made on his side of the bed
he didn't come home last night
laying in bed, just trying to think
of what happened to him before light
the truth behind him
he was out with a girl
no he didn't mean to get drunk
she pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
and led him upstairs, led him upstairs
left him dying to get inside
and his side was still made
when she woke up that morning
maybe he's not coming Hom
the front door closes softly
she rushes to see
that he's come home again all in one piece
he smiles a fake smile
and gives her a kiss
he won't say what he did last night...
