Nights

What's it like to go out and not worry
Worry about what time is an acceptable
time to return, sure I would call to say I'm ok
It would be normal for him to say be careful and
Not to be on my own, thats caring
What is not caring is being told a time, having to
Explain my night under the hall light as I step inside
Knowing he wants it his way, as if jealous of my time away
With friends. His true colours binding on the bed
Sometimes it's just not worth going out at all