We’ve got to stop meeting up this way in dark rooms flush with bottled spirits and memories that may or may not be true.
You’ve got to stop looking at me with all of that love in your eyes because I love you too, and I know I’m not good enough for you. I’m not. We’ve got to stop.
You’ve got to stop putting quarters in that jukebox because every song is our song, and we’ll just dance until three mornings from now, when we’re both lost and afraid of hurting the other one.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
