Sitting on your balcony I watched you float like a butterfly
Catching the corner of my eye I could not look away
The smoke filled your lungs and the wine spilled down your throat
They left us deserted and uneasy
Rain trickled down the roof and made the mud fill the dirt
The weeks absence made the presence irresistible
The dogs tore down the exterior
With the walls broken we ran
This is no prime time dream
We were in the coverings and ditched the coating
Producing rain from the clouds in our head
Exploring the interior of each other
This is a story not from the store
We will be a threat
Riding on a pair of success
I wasn't ready for this plan of attack
Acting on a sentiment of sensation
The night goes on
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