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You wear Caution tape as a bandana,
disco ball tiny dots light your dress,
specking you all over with some unorthodox
zest the preacher man you walked out the church
from said you'd never regain; he and they were liars
and hypocrites, just like Ryan and Aaron
and Shawn and Spence, the two you
made up in your head.

I once heard about this place, joint in the wall
and about cutting up rugs but changed
the thought at just cutting up perceptions,
watching your dancing, ain't you a fool? Dancing,
no one's gonna call you a queen but I'll
call you crazy and you'll call me insane
while I echo that since I just told you,
We're making moves and I'm tap dancing
somewhere close to your heart and to the
town of Doubt, pouring gasoline on everything,
lighting a match, 'I'm gonna burn this town
down! It's an inferno!' Let's yell out in Spanish!

I know that tree made a sound in the forest,
ain't no one around to hear it, and your tears are
real, so real even though you were alone that night,
and we're saying this now, Dancing, we're
dancing this dance to last a lifetime, let's
dance forever to dance the crazies out our minds
and pretend things are going to be alright
now and later. You felt it appropriate and just
to believe the hype, no hyperbole, didn't feel it
a shame or a sin to indulge this time in belief.

You smiled and said that you were happy to feel
butterflies in your stomach without having to eat
them for once. I smiled and said nothing, happy to
be rip tiding out to sea in your eyes.