Did you ever stand by

Complicit?

What were you

Waiting for?

Fuck

Come on, baby

Say the words

The three magic little words

That make me feel

Make me feel

Make me feel again

Come on, baby

Say the words

Tell me how we used to be

Close just like that

Just like that

Just like that again

Come on, baby

Say the words

That I know we both feel

We both feel

We both feel now

Come on, baby

Say the words

The three magic little words

“I miss you”

the hardest part about

Drinking Wine

and writing poetry

At Midnight

is that,

By Morning,

it’ll read too

Real

to keep.