let's dance

when in the wee hours of the morning anger wars with desire
and i look at you looking at me and we look at each other

helpless

in the wake of the admission that everything that is wrong and that is right
stems from a beginning that was insanity and a middle that seems the same.

wishing

that this close to cataclysmic encounter would shine bright white on the reason
why we have to encounter cataclysm tonight when we

promised

that platonicity and a return to friendship would accompany the
downing of alcohol instead of the

frisson

delicate then intense when your eyes are on mine and your fingers
graze mine and we court curious eyes cause there we are in the middle of a crowd

alone

still not able to deny that confusion as to the future does not make disappear the
certainty of the present that we'd rather not goodbye just yet cause this

dance

you and me and the insanity and the music and the mistakes we make
you and me and the anger and frustration and exhilaration still isn't

over

when in the wee hours you ask and i ask and we don't have the answers would you like to know what i want i want to just tell you to shut up and

let's dance.