We should have been dancing

I still keep looking back at you like you are an answer to that hit I once took too many times by choice and blind blissful ignorance, a bliss so tender and long phased by. That gleam in your eye I once knew and grew to like after reels of rolled out words, where whisper could not be heard only meaning in your whys.

There's a precious moment you get which we had and we had a lot of the time. I got tucked in at night with you curled around me I still thought you were blind. A sloppy sound of a gruff and grunt where small circles covered the white. There need not be sun If I were to be around you.

I'm still angry at the waste. I'm still angry at the waist. I'm still angry at the weight.

We should have been dancing, it's what we did best. Our time, our right time when most made sense. I think that room became the hopeless place we trapped ourselves behind face. 

You wanted me to call you. You don't surprise me anymore and that isn't polite. I might eat my own hand if this doesn't stop, if the good gets angry and it doesn't stop. What if you don't stop? Baby what if you don't stop and you think too hard and the vein comes back and...

A night when you get back it builds and feel like a fool for telling because what else is there left if you don't get release. Those times when you just got everything we synched. We got silly and laughed and I write this for you because you knew all along, as we both did. With change there's always an end.