I’ve got to admit it, finally, that
The sneaking round’s got limitations
I’ve never been one to lie too tough
But I can’t deny your invitations
They only see the aftermath, not the birth
And it’s like with you I ain’t got reservations
And I can just do all these things
That usually cause hesitation
I stare into your sleeping face
It’s like meditation
Then you open your heavy eyes
And I find my elevation
Because really, if we dig deep
It’s been so easy since it’s formation
And it’s like every time is new
Like each worn touch is creation
My inhales press ribs, I take deep breaths
But they ain’t for bracing
I get these checkered beats
As my heart starts racing
So I will waffle out of it if it means
I got your strong arms embracing
Tonight I’m home though, I’m alone though
I’m pacing kitchen and chasing
My belly as it’s lacing air
Heavy as it’s grabbing organs and devastating
This brutal rush flushes cos you ain’t here
Then in my imagination I’m tasting
The flesh that was present
Now past, (say skated, not skating)
Along mine, all proud and kind
As the moon was hating
The daylight, keeping it at arms length
In our nighttime playing, saying
Stay Back, as we were fraying
The edges of each other, praying
On breaking knees
With toes and tongues interlacing
But now I’m waiting each hour
Wasting for collaborating
I should hang on the promise of tomorrow
But I’ve never been one for capitulating
Learn how to go off and on
Let absence and union start integrating
But I was waiting too long for this
I’m a fool if I give power, situating
It as something so casual
When I’m seconds from salivating
Soon as a desire gets fired
Through my nut, elevating
The deep cuts from my ruts
As they run nails, hallucinating
That tight bound that goes right round
My past that’s emancipating
In one another’s final scene:
-I used to be all dream
(I don’t want anything bad to happen to me)
(Anymore))
I deplore
-Those fantasies.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 