He pulled my head up to face the mirror but I didn’t recognize myself. 
Maybe that wasn’t me. 

I think he came while staring at his own reflection.
He pulled out and I rolled over immediately covering myself with a blanket. 
Yeah, that sounds like me.

I told him I would stay (I never stay).
I thought I might stay (I never stay). 

At some point he started playing music.
And, at some point, I had brought up Happiness is a Warm Gun. 
We were listening as he walked around in nothing but his nipple rings. 

I never stay.