This musical flash fiction is a noir-esque dive into the paradoxical nexus of man as sex object, protector, and wielder of casual violence.

the feeling that woke you,
_ it wasn’t entirely wrong
the nightmare that woke you like a shot in the dark
_ it wasn’t entirely wrong

i saw a strange man out by the road
but, by the morning he’ll be cold
he never should’ve stood there so long

there’s nothing to be done now
_ so, lover, just come to bed
there’s nothing to be done about it now
_ so, lover, just come to bed

no, i never even asked him his name
sent him on his way just the same
he never should’ve stood there so long

i took the little gun you bought me
[just a 9, but it did me just fine]
_ and put it right against his head
[it’s just a 9, but it did just fine
_ i sent that no-name motherf***er to the other side]
i took the little gun you bought me, baby
_ and put it right against his head

no, i never even asked him his name
sent him on his way just the same
he never should’ve stood there so long

lover, just come to bed