I slipped out the front door, went out into the night, took out a cigarette, then I felt for my light in my front pocket. It was nowhere to be found. I went in the back door, kicked off both of my shoes, I looked around for your coat, and then went looking for you. Thought that I heard your laughter stepping down the stairs. I walked carefully up til I was almost halfway. I saw two closed doors so I let my heart break. Are you running around or just running away?