Draw the battle lines,
Cross them if you wish,
But a kiss could fix this.
First, pick,
And choose what you want to lose.
Who knows what blows your mind's eye might find,
Inside the head that hides behind those lies.
Because,
The spark that eventually lit your fuse
Falls to a pit that maintains the flame contained in mixed wits,
Wishing that each wit with which picked the fight,
Might see the other side,
As many other nights they've tried.
But, that can wait.
Because the weight of this dark knight's fate lays heavy,
Right where you left it when you kept it hidden,
Underneath the overtones that your voice had ridden...
Riding me,
Riding you,
Riding the words that described the times between the lines,
And the verbs that line the times between your place and mine.
Profound sound on higher ground, and down was nowhere to be found,
But nowhere was the place to be..
Apparently,
Because nowhere with me is somewhere with you,
And somewhere with you is somewhere that's new,
True.
But what's new is also what's old again.
It's twice as nice when you see it again,
Which is twice as nice when you need it again,
And you'd need it if you'd seen it again,
But that's between the lines,
Cross them if you wish,
I'll just say that one kiss could fix this.