The guilt kills me
I'm still stuck
On your wretched soul

in all,
AMAGICDANCE
is all,
and we,
though lost,
long forever,
to pulse,
with them.

you walked in
then walked out
turned yourself around
and wondered
what to think about.

then thought again
about what to say
as you turned back around
decided to go home
and just walked away.

left me here standing
with my hand in my jeans
pulling at the loose strings
hanging in my pocket
and what this all means.

now i've got the idea
that you're unsure yourself
about what it is we're doing
where we'll end up
and if we'll need any help
deciding what this love is.