Mood: Confused.
Song: We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives - Los Campesinos
Sigh, you confuse me.
You always leave me stumped;
Questioning, ect.
You always amaze me though.
I can never tell if we're making a break through,
It seems like we take two steps forward and one step back.
How do we progress that way, love?
We don't.
We won't.
And that's something I don't want.
If you love me as much as you say you do,
Just pull me in close and please don't let go.
Why must you vex me with this equation?
What are the values, and how do I add them together to get the correct answer?
You know I hate being wrong.
It pisses me off, pretty much.
Last night, you were being so loving.
You even called me boo;
Certainly, I hope you weren't high.
I hope you aren't losing yourself.
I hope I'm not losing myself either.
Just let me be your's.
And I'll let you be mine.
Hands tangled together by the fingers,
breathing shallow and quickly;
Our lips can be pressed together,
Our tongues can collide and tango.
We can do anything, you and I.
But all we need is time.
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