this waltz is instinctual
our bodies
collision course

and all I can do
is pay attention to you
so how did you suddenly get closer?
But my leg moves an inch to the left
your gravity
pulling me
laughing at your stupid jokes

Our minds screaming
our timing is terrible
but instincts can't listen
and isn't it telling
we have the same waltz
collision course

last minute
evasive maneuver
you're leaving to sleep
and how do I explain
that we both want you to stay?
But it isn't liked our fates have changed
merely delayed
gravitational instincts too strong
this waltz ingrained
collision course
and the steering wheel's busted.