We crossed the floor
I hadnt danced like that since years before
I closed my eyes and breathed you in
Perhaps I spoke too soon
Perhaps my sights askew
Or maybe optimisms found the best in me again
Last night you picked me up
And knocked me down
And hit me square between the eyes
And oh, to my cynical surprise
A beatings never hurt so well
And felt so fucking fine
all at the same time
I watched you sleep
And memorized that sweet profile
There dreaming next to me
I scanned the room
Hoping your blue eyes
Were searching for mine too
Last night you picked me up
And knocked me down
And hit me square between the eyes
And oh, to my cynical surprise
A beatings never hurt so well
And felt so fucking fine
all at the same time
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