looking into your eyes.
i feel trapped in a web,
vulnerable to your advances.
so i look towards the floor
or wear sunglasses.
the flesh of your neck so nice
the last time we said goodbye.
your hands on my face.
a dream? a lie?
breakfast, waking up
next to each other, when?
i'll believe you until it doesn't happen.
playing it cool aint easy, but tomorrow i'm gonna try.
i want it to work out in my favor this time tomorrow.
is that too much to ask?
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