take my hand and press it against the wall by the weight of yours
hold me still and whisper into my ear that you love me more
surrender to the way your lips feel against mine
and the way your skin makes mine fall in line
take control of me or let me do the same
whisper to me
ask me to take your last name
we can fall in love over and over every night
you say we can fall away and take on this world together
but for this night we simply can take on each other
the whole world around us becomes a silent backstory
and we fall in the spotlight moving slow
and we press
fall against each other again
you take me in again so say everything we’d never say out of the room
how we would go against everything to belong to each other
and we fall again
after we express everything we need to release
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