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A Constant Sate Of Confusion
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Love Confusion mars the beauty
Of a new homecoming
We will chase the cars we count
As we stand here on this rooftop
Anarchists in our own rights
Praising the chaos that keeps us bound together.
You will hold me close
And kiss me until I can tell you
That there is no one else
But those words will never fall from these lips
That you dream of a sweet kiss
Grace falls to the floor
Exposed
Flawed
Like all my choices are
So perfectly flawed
Marred in your clouds of smoke or
Your handcuffs and marks
Your secrets kept
And my confusion spins me again
As we burst into flames
Falling into this fire
That is the desire that surrounds us all
The curiosity that is part of this time
This place
The questioning glances
The smiles caught and sent back
The guitar pics strewn at our feet
As we wind circles into bags
And laugh.
As I feel you against me
As you pull me to you in a tightening embrace
And tell me.. as I try to convince myself..
That this is the best part.
