when the loneliness becomes too much
like a migraine or a pain in the head
we seek each other out just to touch
and then we jump back into bed

emotionally you still hold me to ransom
i may have the gun,
but you have the dress and it is so handsome
emotionally you still tie me to the bed

you said, i was sensitive
and that i got easily hurt
so why did you hurt me?
and then, why do you still flirt?

no more, ‘one another’,
the sun, then the rain
but then there is a new someone
and the disappears,

would you dance
like the most beautiful
the most beautiful person there is
would you be the one
to dance with me