Friday

Please listen to my song, I promise it's not long, a story about last night.
Those songs we were playing we were just delaing what had to come last night.

I promised you my heart
but then it fell apart
I won't screw up again.

Romance in the backyard, my chest pounding so hard, emotions where high that night.
But I couldn't kiss you cause I'd only miss you if I rushed wyrd that night.

-- middle

My highest addiction was our benediction, failure to preach that night.
Your touch left me askew, a song made without you - the music was dead that night.