We crossed the floor

I hadnt danced like that since years before

I closed my eyes and breathed you in





Perhaps I spoke too soon

Perhaps my sights askew

Or maybe optimisms found the best in me again





Last night you picked me up

And knocked me down

And hit me square between the eyes

And oh, to my cynical surprise

A beatings never hurt so well

And felt so fucking fine

all at the same time



I watched you sleep

And memorized that sweet profile

There dreaming next to me





I scanned the room

Hoping your blue eyes

Were searching for mine too



Last night you picked me up

And knocked me down

And hit me square between the eyes

And oh, to my cynical surprise

A beatings never hurt so well

And felt so fucking fine

all at the same time