Unning in and out of breath
Stained skin and teeth too red
Incessant slamming in the tongue
God forbid I spend the one night alone
Out to the parking lot
Stumbling towards my apartment
Press you close against the screen door
Close enough to feel underneath your clothes
You over compensate
For your own inexperience
Don’t underestimate
Oh, my fear of getting caught
So many words, so many words
So many you can't believe
So many words, so many words
So many stuck at sea
On the second story of your suburban home
Mom’s asleep just two doors down
Funny how when stuck at sea
Things are never the way they seem
Clouds take the shape of gloves
Reaching over the flames at dusk
Missing clips in your consciousness
Exact as if I don’t exist
You overcompensate
For your own inexperience
Don’t underestimate
Oh, my fear of getting caught
So many words, so many words
So many you can't believe
So many words, so many words
So many you stuck at sea
Fell for repetition of my way
The lack of apprehension
That one day
So many words, so many words
So many you can't believe
So many words, so many words
So many you can't believe
This will end eventually
Keep burning my fingers
In attempt to rekindle the flame
The match is so flimsy
And the wind just annuls her name
So I pull out the garments that will press between us
On the dream this evening you refer to in disgust
So many words, so many words
So many you cant believe
So many words, so many words
So many stuck at sea
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compositores: JARROD GORBEL
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