Album: Bombshell

You know when hands touch
And there’s that spark
Of electrical something or other?
Well, there’s none of that.
Knowing looks across a room,
Knowing we’ve a long time loving,
We share none of those.
Hunting out each others' eyes
No matter the gathering sighs of dullards,
There none of that, no.
Backing each others' maudlin careers, Supressing fears of jeers,
There’s none of that neither.
Giving up before we get to start Back-pedaling, excuses and ??
There’s plenty of that
Back-stabbing you bland-sampling (?)
I opening wise-cracks
There’s plenty of those.

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