Thoughts Bouncing Off Your Ceiling Fan

I let you pretend,
That it meant something,
When we fell asleep,
Lying side by side.

But really I was closed in,
If I woke you up,
On my way out,
We would have had to talk,

About it.

But if I let you pretend,
Then maybe in the morning,
We'll both be as ashamed as I am,
And neither of us will have to talk.

We'll both pretend,
Nothing happened,
And maybe we can forget,
That's what I'm hoping for.