I am not here. I just think that I am.
So, you have my heart.
What will you do with it now? How will you care for it?
Will you maintain its beats? Will you comfort it during a storm? Cup it in your hands to keep it warm and safe? Free from torture? How will you keep me alive?
WHO WILL SAVE ME IF NOT YOU?
There you go, head up in the clouds, passing me by, soothsayer of funk; you gotta lotta nerve sending me own my way without a proper goodbye.
SwEet BaBy, LeT Me LoOsE YoU
There aren’t any mountains here for you to climb.
How are you going to keep those legs of yours toned, defined?
Dancers always need new shoes. Toes pointed in, heels singing the blues.
We mustn’t rely on time. TIME IS NOT OUR FRIEND.
She ain’t calculating what we’ve been. Where we’re going.
SHE GOT HER OWN MESS TO MESS AROUND IN
But, if I was going to be that person to accept apologies wet with caution, I’d
Run to your cherry lips. Losing Me. Losing Us.
HoNeY, DahLiN’, LeT Me HeAl YoU
That’s really all I am trying to do. And, when the night is through with our battered breaths… When sun and sky move away from the horizon… When neighbors knock on our door requesting a quieter space, we will free ourselves at that moment. And, not a second before.
And, in the calm of night, you will revive me. Dead to you. Resuscitate.
POUND. HIT. BEAT. BREAK THROUGH TO ME.
Bring me back to life.
So that I can spend forever with you.