the pizzeria's closed, and its too late to dine.

we gathered our clothes and snuck some wine.

we dove.. sipped and smoked into conversation.

in unstable circumstance, we create unification.
these words, may they twist and assist you.
and all the songs i wrote are gunna miss you.
the clock ticks, tocks, and stops.
i lost time, when i felt it drop.
let it fall. let it lift, let it lift right off the floor.
its funny when the body silently asks for more.