That I start to feel uneasy about you?
I’m less and less satisfied.
Maybe I’m just growing cold.
Your words are dangerous,
‘There is no sin.’
Are you consoling me?
An I simply unwilling to accept that someone great fell in my lap?
Am I pushing you away?
Or falling for a lie?
Maybe I should just be alone.
But it’s too late for that isn’t it?
Your hands always come back to places they ought not be.
And the loneliness always comes back to me.
Always wanting what I cant have.
One more chance.
Sorry Love, I forgot how to dance.