sometimes I, I just can't sleep, thinking of everything we could have been.
whenever I see that kind of car, I instinctively check the driver, just in case. Its obviously not. I'm not really sure what I would do if it was you. I know what I'd like to think I'd do.
Traffic would be stopped. I'd crank up whatever music I'd been playing. I'd hop out of my car and open your car door. I'd pull you out onto the street, grab your hands, and put them around me.
And we'd dance.
We'd dance and dance.
We'd dance and you'd take my hands and pull me close. You'd look into my eyes, hold my face in your hands, and kiss my lips. But we'd still be dancing.
Its hard to explain how you dance. You slouch a little, sort of making yourself shorter, as if to prevent people from catching you in the act. Its silly. And cute. And I don't want to dance with anyone else more than I want to dance with you.
"Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire."
Traffic would be stopped. I'd crank up whatever music I'd been playing. I'd hop out of my car and open your car door. I'd pull you out onto the street, grab your hands, and put them around me.
And we'd dance.
We'd dance and dance.
We'd dance and you'd take my hands and pull me close. You'd look into my eyes, hold my face in your hands, and kiss my lips. But we'd still be dancing.
Its hard to explain how you dance. You slouch a little, sort of making yourself shorter, as if to prevent people from catching you in the act. Its silly. And cute. And I don't want to dance with anyone else more than I want to dance with you.
"Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire."