Make You Cry

There’s someone in the shadows
Of a phone booth late at night
Who whispers you sweet nothings
And hates to see me hold you tight
You met with him one afternoon
It brought a darkness into my life
And I can only make you cry
Now
I can only make you cry
I can only make you cry now
I sleep next to a stranger
Who answers by your name
And you drag me to the dance floor
With both my ankles sprained
It’s the quiet things
The phantoms
That drive a man insane
It’s the prison cell of language
It’s the clawing of the rain
And I can only make you cry
I can only make you cry now
We almost made it
Baby, we did