Its the pitter patter of our future getting ready to crawl into bed with us
But waiting instead
Right out the door
For us to decide to let it in
We never do and before its too late
Passes in a heartbeat
After I’ll ask you if you heard something
And you will be too entrenched in the smell of my skin to say yes
You heard the end
But it won’t be over yet.
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 11:22 AM UTC
Its the pitter patter of our future getting ready to crawl into bed with us
But waiting instead
Right out the door
For us to decide to let it in
We never do and before its too late
Passes in a heartbeat
After I’ll ask you if you heard something
And you will be too entrenched in the smell of my skin to say yes
You heard the end
But it won’t be over yet.