The way you look at me is sacred
I’m fighting the moment as it happens
So slow it’s almost painful
I wish you’d leave
Sip your pink lemonade elsewhere
But there’s some sort of magic behind your eyes
And I wonder if you know
Certainly the mirror has told you
Or does it keep secrets?
Your calloused fingers remind me of my favorite song
I choke on the thought of getting close
Maybe I’m afraid of letting go
So before you say those words don’t forget to break my heart
What a shame it would be to waste such violent tension.
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