Come & Go

I'm sleeping in,
in my summer skin.
And it's fall again
and the trees are bending
from the come and go.
Why'd you come and go?
I should have asked you that
when I had the chance.
But I don't
But I don't want to know.
Who you're sleeping with,
who you just met.
Did you let him in
to that place you keep hidden?
Now I sleep alone,
except for when I don't.
A little company
never hurt nobody.
But I don't
But I don't want to know.
But I don't
But I don't want to know