I wrote a song to fit your smile
I sat in the cold for a little while
let the shivering take hold
I did everything I’d been told
and left myself out of the equation
just a sleeping situation
where I’d rather be tangled with you
unable to fit quite right
so we stay wide awake all night
kissing each others cheeks and necks
a peck on the lips
like a kiss of death
kills the conversation
we drift into a sedation
that doesn’t last for long
and this bedtime tango goes on
and on and on until you’re gone
sometimes you just can’t hide
the world will creep inside
you’ll search for the proper time
to say what’s on your mind
but nothing seems to fit
no words can work for this
but my skin to your skin
hands and arms and minds entwined
under covers in a dull morning light
I just might
miss you more than I intend to
I might have
kissed you more than I was meant to
but it might
it might not be all too bad.
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