Broadside, passing ships at sea
Last night, lying next to me
My head is full, things I'll never say
Again; and I've never said them anyways
Because every moment with you is a memory I've lost
I'm incommunicado and our stars have been uncrossed
You should never get too close to the one you think you love
Hands are likely slipping when you're standing glove in glove
Out again, alone and in the dark
Open shutters, seeking out a spark
Slipping into anything, easing into warm
Purchase or a hold where I could weather out the coming storm
Gaze across the room and seek out something lean, something smart
Winding up to make a pitch, trying hard to still my heart
Strike a pose and look for something that I cannot say
It's okay.
I'll be back again some other day.
