No Reservation

Doesn't it seem too late to be living?
Somehow the harsh realities have fallen into place already--
Like when the clouds change color so quickly after the sun sets
All of a sudden the sky drops, and the shades of color fade into ashen grey

It's late here.
I can tell by the way your one eye is closing in on me
Somehow you have already fallen into place
Like you are set in stone
Our bodies are tolerant
Plastered with the adhesive of persistent eyes
No thought of any reservation
I will not wait for you tonight

I always try to fall asleep before you
but tonight, you have caught me