homage to my muse, pt. 1

in a dance with death

i'm struggling to take the first step

the dance floor has been waxed

but the wine hasn't kicked in yet.

my love, she's having fun,

she loves to dance, but has no favorite song

she's so hard to control

so i try her hips

but to no avail

i've been enslaved by the deep notes

of her burgundy lips.

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she pushes me away, to wind me back up

how many times have we rehearsed

practiced

the same steps, the same verse

repetition is childish but

you know my heart is yours.

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she says she never wants to be alone

but she ain't got no favorite song

you could dance with anyone, including me

it doesnt take much for anyone

to keep you company

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in a dance with death

you always expect the worst

i love you's with a distinct pause

why are you dragging this on?

because the alcohol in my veins

is the culprit of my mistakes.

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in our penthouse, the chandelier has fallen.

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let it rain.

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