baby i dont mind when you call me in your confusion
trying to figure out mine, i mean, i guess we can’t this time.
baby i dont mind when in the silence of your tones i hear your music which in stifling….
what i guess im trying to say is that, we keep trying to create words that will appease or perhaps even ease this feeling, when, you know
we keep fooling ourselves?
“in romantic nights of self, i go salsa dancing with my confusion”
can i have this dance?