Gaslight Goodnight

falling asleep with Billy Joel
blowing on shuffle in my drums.

text messages go without
the little 'Delivered' message underneath.

not telling you what to do,
but it's my body, my choice, too.

feeling like first place
at being second best.

it's complicated,
and hard to explain.

that's when I decide
to fall asleep to music instead of tv.

earbuds and easy dreams,
but in a big bed by myself.

keep it in your pants,
and let me make you dinner.

we can even watch Frasier
while eating Mexican street corn.