the music sways
your hands follow…
Relationship
First of all, how dare
you tell me what to do
Secondly, you squeezed….
it doesn’t matter where you left
me (I’m mopping up my tears
with the towel you left
on my floor), you can still…
Picture a place
where you and I…
I look for the sun through the branches of pine…
He leaves her there, in that field, and he goes home…
I’m sick
of pretending…
Give me your shoulderif you don’t mindmy tears need somewhere to land
my feet drag,
I cannot reach my bed,
as long as I’m wallowing,
let’s dive in the deep end…
Remember how
your hand on my waist
sent a thrill rippling
through my body…
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