Jailer

My boy, covered in red
We were flushed in fluorescence, the backseat a bed
When a knock on the window, a flash in our eyes
And an officer happy to ruin our night

I let out a laugh like a shriek or a cry
And you hit me reflexively quick at the time
I was stunned into silence, we got just a warning
I'm hoping we make it a joke in the morning

You drive to my house
I want us to talk, but the quiet's too loud
I try to get naked again in the back
I want you to see and to want what I have
When you look at me, is that all that I am?

My boy, covered in red
From the blood dancing harshly and quick to his head
Through a body that's working three times as hard
To pretend what he's screaming is straight from the heart

Saying, "Do you think I want that right now?
On the road, by your house? Are you kidding me now?"
And you're laughing at me, and I don't find it funny
But maybe I'll get it alone in the morning

The bed in my house
I try to get off, but can't picture you now
The backs of my eyelids are lonely and black
Now all that I see is all that I have
When you think of me, is that all that I am?

A boy covered in blue
Putting walls up around him, a jailer confused
Casting off all new strangers, alone at the table
Saying, "No one can hurt me if nobody's able"