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Sweet sympathy like fears swimming in a shallow pool of dreams and love

Soft skin, sticky hands and a pile full of insecure feelings and thoughts

I want to be the one in the middle

Where the calm before the storm lays in wait

Still as a leopard waiting to pounce



I'll be a notch in your bedpost

If you'll be a moment in my dreams

Sweep across me then inside me like teardrops in water

And oh the way your body beats above mine

Now I know it'll never be the same



Gentle friendships like broken arrows flying across the rain in your mind

Supple curves, shaking bodies and a silence that speaks for a generation of depressants and failures

I want to be the one who's left standing

Where the ash and fire once burned in anger

Soft as the lines of your lips by my ear



I'll be a notch in your bedpost

If you'll be a moment in my dreams

Sweep across me then inside me like teardrops in water

And oh the way your body beats above mine

Now I know I'll never be that way



I'll be your worst kept secret and greatest triumph if you leave or dare to love me

I won't hold onto things of the past anymore then I'll walk into a future of pain and mistakes



I'll be a notch on your bedpost

If you'll be a moment in my dreams

Sweep across me then inside me like teardrops in water

And oh the way your body beats above mine

Make me know I'll never be that way