Plug in and play.
Plug out but you still stay.
In the evening run all that sounds are a swanky love songs.
Wondering where the list ends,
mistakes are left just in case.
Though nights you’ll hit a tragic thought and burst out in panic to the beat of a drum.
Pinned up, that’s cool.
Choked up, that’s cool too.
You know there’s not much I won’t try and it might surprise the god inside.
Wasn’t nice to make fun.
Wasn’t wise to refuse.
Is it me or are the lines long?
Just to fall, sit and lie.
You can hear the heart pound.
As each breath came out loud.
Newly introduced and mingled in a dance for two.
Could be three, maybe even four.
I don’t know. I’ll say so.
Fix your tie.
It’s your turn in line.