I Can Imagine...
The way your throat moves, a vibrating tickle as you talk.
The face I make when I forget to knock.
And when I meet the girl you truly love.
Lying naked on your bed, looking up at me up above.
And the way your hands move, scratching down my skin.
Covering my mouth so no one will hear you sin.
The way your eyes squint in the scorching sun.
And the way you said you only wanted to have fun.
And the way our bodies move under your cotton sheet.
The way you always turn away, every time we meet.
The way that I lied and pretended to be her.
Same body, same face, slowly did I lure,
You in with this girl that I'm really not.
And the way that I cried on this and caused the ink to blot.
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