Swimming through the weighed down strangers,
walking under a swarm of flying angels,
i'm a shirt on the floor, you're on a hanger,
it was never about scoring, didn't mean much to bang her,
crawling under a barbed fence of faces,
walking through tires, leaving no traces,
i believe i can face this, even with my back to it,
cause once i see doubt i immediately think screw it,
you still make rum taste like a warm night,
drinking until she's in my sight,
if tonight i've crossed the line,
just know i always worry about time,
rush into swimming, crawling and walking,
always the listener, never the one talking,
once she stops stalking, begging me to kiss her,
will i finally give in and miss her?