Check Your Hair

Two writers writing each other over phone lines
Stringing narratives out of lies and past lives
Deadbeats and ex-wives
Am I just a character?
Illuminating gaps you wish you had
Kept hidden in the past
If not, then

Walk with me in Larchmont
Well after midnight
We'll hold hands, kiss under our hood and we'll pretend
None of this could ever end
Neither of us are total wrecks
Capable of loving and being loved with grace

This thing will not end, as I stumble out at 6 a.m.
Hide from the waking sun, as I drive the 101
Buried beneath my sunglasses like the silk sheets on your bed
Coming up for air
When I just want to fall right back into where I'm dead

'Cause I know I've said that I don't love anything
Except for my friends and family
Maybe the way you're checking your hair all the time
That's the thing that kills me
'Cause I know one day you'll leave me
And I'm terrified I won't end up fine

But really, I don't care
For your expiration or your naivety
I just hope you'll still want to kiss me
The next time that I'm in town
'Cause when you love something, don't give it away for free
Like I do when I refuse to come around
Anymore

'Cause the fear is in the fear itself
You can only risk getting hurt if you take the risk yourself
Darling, am I worth it?
This time around I think you're worth it

Can you say now that you're okay?
Call it for the best, and walk away?
This hurts like hell and it always may
It's the price we have to pay
It's the only way we've learned to be alone