Lost in the moment, her teeth pinched my lip,
and pain’s never tasted so fine.
Lost in an atmosphere laced with desire,
then I remembered the time.
And I thought of you—
innocent wakefulness there by the phone.
I picked up my coat and went home.
Staring at fresh-fallen rain on the street,
hearing a song I once knew,
tasting the air with my windows all down,
instantly, I thought of you.
I thought of you—
innocent wakefulness there by the phone.
I rolled up the glass and went home.
The sound of the wheels
on the road is like breathing,
and that’s all we’re doing,
and if I were you,
I could not stay.
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