Nights of July

It's been a long time

since I’ve written about somebody new 

and I never dreamed 

I’d ever write a song about me and you. 

I call you by title, sometimes I

I call you my friend. 

And every once in awhile, 

I call you my secret. 

On those nights when you’re sneaking over 

when i'm not sober.

I call you up, invite you in,

now here you are inside my bed,

again. 

It’s been a long time

since I’ve let myself get carried away

and I just laugh when you ask

if it’s you, or the thrill of the game.

It’s a little of both, if I’m honest; 

It's the fire within your touch,

and the careful way that we dance 

to keep from getting caught

on those nights when you’re sneaking over

and I’m not sober.

I call you up, invite you in,

Now here you are inside my bed,

again.

It's only for the moment.

But that's just fine.

If I'm going to waste my time,

I can't think of a better way than

Those nights when you're sneaking over 

and I'm not sober.

I call you up, invite you in,

and here you are inside my bed.