and she was glad , because he was her friend . it was only then that they get to know him . `` but you will come home tonight . '' your words have become my words . she was the song and i was the composer , and i knew all the right notes to hit , again and again and again until her nails were digging into my arms , begging for me to stop , to let her catch her breath . now he 's staring at his hands , slowing rubbing them together . 