Too Cold for Late April

Told me I could stay the night
With no strings attached, free.
I only realized the duplicity in his words
When he said
'Wanna come watch a movie in bed?'
I accepted my alternatives
And followed him.

Popped in a vhs of Pet Cemetery.
He knows I cringe and cry during horror movies,
But I love the thrill.

"Come here, hun, I'll keep you safe."
Oh, so cliche, but I can't complain.
I'm not cringing at the blood and guts,
But at the rod on my back.
Stabbing my heart.
Have I really fallen this low?