there's nothing better than the first time
we danced hand in hand.

breath caught in my throat
i guess it was the way you looked.

if they ask, you can tell them
i didn't stand a chance.

when my blood hummed through my veins
from simply standing near you, calling my name.

skeletons in my closet kept coming out
no matter how tight i had the door locked.

so it was a delicate sight,
when i saw yours dancing with mine.

perhaps we were meant to be,
or this illusion has a hold on me.