At Night, Alone.

Sometime before now, I was in the studio with a friend of mine who also writes songs for a living. As often happens when songwriters hang out, we were trading tunes. He would play one on the guitar, then I would play one. Back and forth…back and forth into the LA night. Eventually I played a song and my buddy asked me, “What inspired you to write that?” I told him it was the story of a relationship I used to have, mixed up with some things I’d just plain imagined. He looked in my eyes deeply, and in a tone that made the words seem of more than ordinary significance, he said, 

“Why don’t you just tell the truth?” 

That night I started this project. 

I Took a Pill in Ibiza, Buried in Detroit, Be As You Are, and Not That Simple are four songs selected from my upcoming album. They are best listened to the way they were written: at night, and alone. I hope you enjoy.


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Be As You Are

Not That Simple

Deeper Than Midnight 


Verse 1 — sparse, broken lines

Midnight… crawlin’ in.
Breath on my neck… tastin’ the sin.
Hands say things… you never spoke.
Bite my lip… damn near broke.
Baby, don’t you slow that pace—
…melting right here… all over your face.



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Pre-Chorus

Ain’t holy… never said I was.
You touch me right… I lose… because—
(murmelnd, fast lachend)
Don’t test me.


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Chorus

Deeper than midnight…
losin’ control.
Fingers on fire… swallow me whole.
Deeper than midnight…
draggin’ me in.
You take the crime… I take the sin.
Mmmh… mmmh… yeah.


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Verse 2

Floorboards moan… know my name.
Say it twice… don’t play tame.
Teeth on my shoulder— slow… don’t rush.
Break in half… from the smallest touch.
God, the way you breathe that low…
I feel it everywhere I go.


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Pre-Chorus

Don’t call it love.
Don’t call it right.
I just need you…
for the night.
(geflüstert)
Deeper…


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Chorus

Deeper than midnight…
losin’ control.
Fingers on fire… swallow me whole.
Deeper than midnight…
draggin’ me in.
You take the crime… I take the sin.
Mmmh… mmmh… yeah.


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Bridge 

Take what you want, boy… take what you need.
I’m not your cure… you’re not my creed.
We’re just a bruise… feels like heat—
a little filthy… a little sweet.


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Outro

Morning hits?
…don’t get precious with me.
Leave the door unlocked.
I’ll tell you if I wanna stay.

Deeper than midnight…
…is where I like it anyway.


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Silence (feat. Labrinth)

Mike Posner

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