deja vu
It's happening all over again
We're focused on the TV
But we are consciously moving closer
Until maybe a shoulder could brush, a leg could lean
And your clean scent wafts over and flirts with my memory
I want this, but I can't read you
We watch the actors embrace, kiss falsely
And you ask if you can put your arm around me
I've never had a problem with it before
But suddenly it happens, and you're breathing me in--
My hair you brush aside and I feel your lips on my neck
I curl up closer to you and the thought that it's been almost a year
Since I've acted upon this, since we've acted upon this
Scurries away to the back corner of my mind
While passing the idea that I never forgot about acting upon this
That is scurrying along in the other direction to pass it
What is it about us that used to feel right?
What is it about us that still feels right?
It's so easy to slip back into the (e)motions
Of a past time which has now become a current affair
We shake ourselves from the memories conjured by our sense of smell
To talk about this, confront this
But there is nothing left to be said
Nothing that both of us don't already know about each other
Except now I'm a little braver
Now I'm the one to find your lips first
And the rest of the night continues...