About the Song:
"Many of my songs come to me in pieces and I don't see how they all fit together until much later. I woke with a start one night and realized I'd been dreaming about a dear friend of mine who was lost in a snowstorm in Michigan. We've always jokingly called him a vampire, because he's such a night owl, and in my post-dream state, a few phrases came to me and I wrote them down on the notepad by my bed. Later I started playing with the idea of actually loving a vampire -- how you would never go out in the light together, and how the whole thing would obviously be doomed from the start -- the scars that would be left behind (literally). I liked the idea of playing on those scars and that darkness in a metaphorical sense. And I was an English major in college, and I've always thought more songs/novels/poems should be written for the anti-heroes of this world, and not just the protagonists - and what better anti-hero than a vampire? Despite his 'badness,' you feel a bit sorry for him -- his relationships are kind of stuck in apathy no matter what." -- Vanessa Peters

Lyrics:
I dreamed last night that I lost the first vampire I ever loved
to the cold and snow of Michigan
and those six months of staying up till the dawn have changed my entire life
i'll never be the same again
 
and on nights when i can't sleep
i touch my neck and think of him
looking for the scars i know he's left
the evidence of how i know he's changed me
the blood i know he must have kept
 
and i blinked and then he charmed me
he totally disarmed me
but reminded me to keep the shutters closed
cause he was willing, but only somewhat
or maybe that was me, cause at this point
no one really knows
 
he was the first time i stayed up till 5
to go to work at 6
my eyes were heavy but i held on
cause otherwise i'd never got a first kiss
 
and i blinked and then he charmed me
he totally disarmed me
but reminded me to keep the shutters closed
cause he was willing, but only somewhat
or maybe that was me, cause at this point
no one really knows
 
or maybe it really was that easy
he just made his mix tapes and moved along
knowing all he ever had to do
was write me some great line from an indie rock'n'roll song
 
and i blinked and then he charmed me
he totally disarmed me
but reminded me to keep the shutters closed
cause he was willing, oh, but only somewhat
or maybe that was me, cause at this point
no one really knows