Off Night Backstreet

Maybe I'm just kidding myself when I say I love you
I don't know
Loving without trusting
You get frostbite and sunstroke
I wish I felt nothing
You pimp
Laughing and strutting her
To my chartered seat
Your old off night backstreet

It's been stinger to stinger darlin'
It's been heart to heart
You still keep me from finishing
Any new love I start
Now she's moved in with you
She's keeping your house neat
And your sheets sweet
And I'm your off night backstreet

I can feel your fingers
Feeling my face
There are some lines you put there
And some you erase

Maybe I'm just dramatizing
I don't care
It's home
It can be heaven
When we play fair
But these sentimental journeys
Late at night
High in some back room
You're calling me
To be your off night backstreet

You give me such pleasure
You bring me such pain
Who left her long black hair
In our bathtub drain?