The Little Things Give You Away

The moon cast walls dance with his creeping shadow,
And he lays down gently beside her, thinking she doesn't know,
But her blue eyes are open as she looks up to the sky,
With his arms wrapped around her, he works out another petty lie.

The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hits her nose,
And there's lipstick and cheap perfume draped on his clothes,
A picture of his beauty queen tucked scarcely under his pillow -
He holds it tight while he sleeps, moonlight on his face of snow.

She tosses and turns restlessly, just can't get to sleep,
And she's watching the face of the one she wants to keep,
But as his eyes flutter in dreams of his mistress that day,
She whispers: "Baby, the little things give you away."

-Jenna Elphick
May 20, 2007