He talks with a languid overdose of excess.
Each word deliberate and mean baby
Like you got something to say,
and you do.
Which is why I'm on the edge of my seat
Leaning in closer while you sing and hit those guitar strings
I'm not looking for a love affair here
but i see you and you see me
and as the music gets louder,
our legs twitch to fall into the sublime.
Friday, May 28, 2010
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