Singing borrowed songs that I stole from strangers.
Using old words that everybody knew.
Spending time with you is pretty good.
But I’d buy you outright if I could.
Counting out our pain to pay for the price of time.
The clock kept clocking. We weren’t paying any mind.
Go ahead surprise me. I ain’t watching you.
I had surmised by this time. I’m not expecting you.
I can be your slave. You’ll reimburse me, of course.
We’ll scream at the sun until we both go hoarse.
We’ll open up our minds and try to dump our heads.
We’ll open up our borders and end up in bed.
Confine me to your eyes. You can tie me to your whim.
You can dig up my mind, but you’ll have to break my skin.
Go ahead and find me. I’m right in front of you.
You don’t have to save me. I’m totally behind you.
Don’t know about you, but I wanna hold your hand.
But you stuck your head in me like I was a mound of sand.
Your eyes were really black back in the dark last night.
But your face was like a moon in some cloudless sky.
Looking at our bodies like they were a couple of maps,
exploring each other’s regions, trying to fill the gaps.
Go ahead surround me. I surrender to you.
Feel free to apprehend me. I will confess to you.
My heart was in your kitchen, and you were in my mind.
You were at the window, and your eyes were way outside.
My tongue was in your throat when I was in your arms.
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