you're like that dangerous chill in summer
that we both know doesn't exist
but like waves during a hurricane
my shores just can't resist
and are you dying to be in me...
or trying to claw through my skin?
i feel our last moments ticking away
second after second and again
there's the tide coming in, crashing around my toes
but it's slipping through imaginary cracks
like the hardwood floor that once held our clothes
while our record played its final track
and i'm no lover, i'm a fighter
but a lover i have known
and if i continue to fight instead of love
then i fear my hardwood heart
will always be alone
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