i dreamed last night that i lost the first vampire i ever lovednnto the cold and snow of Michigannnand those six months of staying up till the dawn have changed my entire lifenni'll never be the same againnnnnand on nights when i can't sleepnni touch my neck and think of himnnlooking for the scars i know he's leftnnthe evidence of how i know he's changed mennthe blood i know he must have keptnnnnand i blinked and then he charmed mennhe totally disarmed mennbut reminded me to keep the shutters closednncause he was willing, but only somewhatnnor maybe that was me, cause at this pointnnno one really knowsnnnnhe was the first time i stayed up till fivennto go to work at sixnnmy eyes were heavy but i held onnncause otherwise i'd never got a first kissnnnnchorusnnnnor maybe it really was that easynnhe just made his mix tapes and moved alongnnknowing all he ever had to do was write me some great linennfrom an indie rock'n'roll song