We stand on the dock,
The sun has set,
But I can see your happiness
Even in the dead of night.
The streetlight's on,
The metal is all rusted
And covered in salt,
And you push me up against it.
The metal cool on my skin,
Cooler than the water
When we dip the tips of our toes in,
Laughing about nothing at all
And I think I can get used to this.
i'm addicted now;
you hand is in mine again,
i'll never be clean.
I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,
Not taking a glance back the way we came.
The footsteps I take are whispers;
No one can hear them but me.
But you still listen to my heartbeat
It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.
And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;
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