everybody’s staring at them, paying no attention to us.
ritual union’s got me in trouble again.
sleeplessly embracing you.
it’s not just me for you, i have to look out too.
like all things growing old, the paint peels and slowly falls.
but i’m cool if i die right here with you.
having trouble telling how i feel but i can dance, dance, dance.
this, i guess is to tell you you’re chosen out from the rest.
why are you afraid about pants size ten?