We talked all night to prove the mouths that we kept still knew how to move
And white lies filled the room as tongue and cheek met where our hearts seem to rarely do
The clock blinked twice to cue the sequence we felt seemed so overdue
Where night could be renewed and we could be set to the beat of another tune
We lent our bodies to attempts to reclaim the transposing view
And shoved ourselves into each other in shame, trying hard to ignore the truth
As hips became subdued, my eyes still remained fixed on only you
And every flaw we drew now seemed to retain every truth that it thought to lose
And in the dark, you leaned into my ear and whispered softly,
"Swear that you're not bored of me and I'll swear I'm not bored of you yet.
I just need to know that someone in this room feels something...or someone."