It's on loop
That fresh new feeling
Reinvent ourselves over and over
We stare into each other at last
Diffusing the intensity of the electric icebergs in your eyes
I slyly gaze towards my shoes
My face is conquered by a widespread grin
Bluffing act defeated
Reunited over this golden cider
If the bottom of this glass can give me courage to speak,
I won't be your part one or two
Make me your entire act
I won't be your plan B
Make me your alphabet
It feels pretty right, as you say, into my ear
And it will loop
The initial kiss, the taste of your lips
Sprinkled with cigarettes and loneliness
The deep trembling in my hands
as they trace the sharp line of your jaw
The awakening within my quickened heart
Common sense surrendered in a last minute defeat
And it will loop
The deep pleasure, then the shallow breaths
Feigned words and obligatory conversation
Let's not admit the truth now
Gravitas does not belong amongst these pillows