It's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls
There's a man outside
In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette

Now the light fades out
And I'm wondering what I'm doing in a room like this
There's a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought I remembered you

So now I'm alone
Now I can think for myself
About little deals
And *issues*
And things that I just don't understand
Like a white lie that night
Or a slight touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you


So I open the door
It's the `friend' that I'd left in the hallway
";Please sit down";
A candle lit a shadow on a wall near the bed


You know I hate to ask
But, are `friends' electric?

To be continued...