Friday, January 2, 2009

defiance/defeat

we are sitting, overlooking the city
our legs touching, hands in pockets
it's been a while and clearly you feel like talking
but my mouth is just a graveyard for my tongue

i'm trying out lines and slowly i find
that i'm confessing my demons
your hands are strong but your touch is light
as we sit in your car with the heat on

where do we go from here?
what do we do from now?
i felt your breath, your weight, your fingertips
aching taking place of a kiss

we're always wishing, our eyes fishing for answers
from each other, from the ground at our feet
trouble is we don't know the questions
so we just sit here in defiance, in defeat

where do we go from here?
what do we do from now?
i felt your breath, your weight, your fingertips
aching taking place of a kiss


listen

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