Your goofy grin is to me
As a charmer's flute is to a snake.
Serenade and ****** me,
Oh mystical one.
Wherever you smile,
Wherever you play,
I will follow.

My souvenir from last night?
Scratches down my legs from the tangled brush.

Not a kiss on the lips,
Not a cuddle in the cold,
Not even a belated Christmas present.
Scratches.

I set myself up for failure
Every time.

Boy meets girl.
Cute couples.
Kissy kissy.
Warm bodies pressed.
Memories of love.

All I remember about that bitter cold winter
Is being alone.

This is free
Writing me
As much as
This is me
Writing free

This song is so two years ago
And this feeling is six months early
But here we are, dancing,
Because this moment is right now.

In times of need,
When I would moan
"I want you" into the phone
I would forget my age.

Or when I stay strong
And restrain my tears
Like a mother at her
Son's funeral does
I forget my age.

In fact,
In times of need,
I am capable of forgetting
Just about everything.

How old am I again?

When I attempted to tell you
That I hate you
I slipped,
Tripped,
Broke.
Accidentally told you
I love you.