Losing It All
We sit across from each other flirting, with disaster. So on the edge of losing it all. We look in each others eyes and laugh knowing we still want it. But it's too late now, that was another time. It's no ones fault but our own that we were always attached to someone else. We sit and flirt and laugh, we write our symphony with our humor. Later we walk into the cold air together so as not to get lost in the night, but we only get so far before we part ways losing each other once again.