Enveloped in rapturous craze
Sweaty soul, gainless days
There we were again
like things had never changed.
Some old Soul Song plays
Grasp your wrist and fall into stasis
Because I couldn't please you, not then
But I still want to dance with you
Perhaps romance is not lost on us.
Wind down and tell me a funny story
There was one about your sisters folly
We go ahead and fall short of transparency
I idle along, expectantly
This can't be the end of you and me
as much as it needs to be.
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 5:13 AM UTC
Enveloped in rapturous craze
Sweaty soul, gainless days
There we were again
like things had never changed.
Some old Soul Song plays
Grasp your wrist and fall into stasis
Because I couldn't please you, not then
But I still want to dance with you
Perhaps romance is not lost on us.
Wind down and tell me a funny story
There was one about your sisters folly
We go ahead and fall short of transparency
I idle along, expectantly
This can't be the end of you and me
as much as it needs to be.
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