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we were walking, holding hands
with our barefeet in the sand
and the seagulls overhead
when i broke the spell and said:
i could never divorce you
without a good reason
and though i may never have to
it's good to have options
but for now i need you
but it was always in my head
because no one ever says
what they really mean to say
when there's so much a stake
so i told her i loved her
and she told me she loved me
and i mostly believed her
and she mostly believe me
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this is how we multiply
pity that it's not my life
the friction and skin
the trembling sighs
this is how the bodies move
with everything that we could lose
pushing us deeper still
the sheets and the sweat
the seed and the spill
the bitter pill yet undiscovered
gideon is in the drawer
clothes scattered on the floor
she's arching her back
she screams for more
"oh my sweet rapture
i hear jesus calling me home"
finally a chance to breathe
reaching for the fallen sheets
collapsing in
a glowing heap
we've gone too far
we've done too much
we have to quit it
just one more kiss
just one more touch
please ten more minutes
this feels so good
just barely moving
the tension building
our bodies working
to reach the goal
oh my sweet rapture
i hear jesus and the angels
singing "hallelujiah"
calling me to enter the promised land