We could hold hands until hell freezes over,
And we could dance delightfully until the day is done.
We could talk for time eternal,
But still I doubt that I’m your one.
I feel distraught by small dismissals
And abysmal when shot with shouts
Deep down I know our chance’s dismal
Our rugged road a wretched route
A slight smile to stopper doubt’s affliction
The price paid with a painful heart
But what a deal to forgo the friction
To keep from falling all apart.
A sinking stomach and belly of lead,
I think our expiration’s near.
I’m full of fucking frusturation,
But overflowing with fleeting fear.
For every moment we’re together,
Cuddled close for company,
I think about the approaching weather
The storm that shatters you and me.