a drip of the night
sometime after midnight
eyes glance, auras attract
six years and a mile apart
a few pass, you arrive
one or two, can’t remember the time
you tell your friends
i’m a good guy, conservative and proper
never would’ve guessed
i don’t live with regrets
god, you made me sweat
such a nervous wreck
but i think back
play in the psychology
look at the dark black
our souls, your control
it was all, it was certainly supposed to be
regardless chance, the glance, my stance
the way you tried to kiss, how i pulled away
laughed, wrote those words
ended up with your neck
the words you said, your green glasses
the chances, the broken wine glasses
i live by chance and our last dance
us two – transplants from the same town
that just happened to intertwine
living by two different sounds
the libra that lived by his own venus
my visa had expired and the midnight romance had seethed
it was our titanic – i’m just happy i had the chance
to stay that one night with you, regardless the frantic, the tragic
i felt atlantis and it was climactic