the barman, agitated, pulled

i was not paying attention
you hit me so hard i didn't feel it
when i drove by your house, i expected a party
i only saw half of the lights on.
secrets and surprises were all i was looking for
but long nights and warms arms were what i got.

when i died, you came to my funeral.

everything i ever wanted,
i saw in a heart that wasn't mine,
a head that wasn't mine
and i felt my hand inside a hand that wasn't mine.
i bled into your wounds and your salt was in my tears
i must have been looking over your shoulder
while you were looking inside my heart

how did i miss that? i'm not sure about this.
but then again i'm not sure about anything.
and when you hold me, honey, i won't protest
my heart might skip a beat
but hey you've got impeccable timing