Office Dance.
I look up she looks away , she looks up , I look away
We cannot carry on this way , same old dance from day to day.
She starts to speak, I interrupt, I start to speak, she interrupts
Both drinking from this broken cup, too complicated to say I need you .
I start to move, she moves away, she starts to move, I move a...
Thursday 6th December 2012 10:03 pm
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