The month has treated me well. I have time. There are few negative consequences when I stay up until dawn on a Tuesday recording a song as a way of telling somebody something I can't seem to say.
Waltz for M
We go on like a marching band
I think I would rather a waltz
Your sunset competes with the second hand
And earthquakes are everyone's fault
Why should we waste our time, talking this way, drawing lines in the sand?
I'd rather chase you home, on 19th at one, reaching for your hand
Must we do the electric slide?
I think I would rather a waltz
No one remembers the chorus line
And colliding is everyone's fault
Why should we waste our time, talking this way, drawing lines in the sand?
I'd rather watch you trace stars in the sky, movements I understand
The campus police want to start a fight
I think I would rather a waltz
Drinking with you on an autumn night
Our rupture is everyone's fault
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