Sweetheart, let’s not get caught up in the moment.
If you had been here, I would have known it.
You always stand back, assess the situation.
Stand back, refuse to join my nation.
Chivalry might be dead, but it’d be nice to hear
That you feel just a little of my fear
Take my hand, hold me tight
Whisper, “Who knows if it’ll be alright?”
I don’t belong to you. I never have.
So take me down a different path.
We run, we wind, we blow around.
Don’t pick me up off the ground.
Aren’t we just strange currencies?
Running electric underneath.
Invisible, one minute gone.
Never started, but now we’re done.
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