The way you look at me is sacred 
I’m fighting the moment as it happens
So slow it’s almost painful 
I wish you’d leave 
Sip your pink lemonade elsewhere 
But there’s some sort of magic behind your eyes
And I wonder if you know
Certainly the mirror has told you 
Or does it keep secrets? 
Your calloused fingers remind me of my favorite song 
I choke on the thought of getting close 
Maybe I’m afraid of letting go 
So before you say those words don’t forget to break my heart
What a shame it would be to waste such violent tension.