Saturday nights, this feeling,
Our love has touched the ceiling,
Now, my life, my life is reeling,
The verses are not sealing,
As you go through the fragile, wheeling,
Why do you wear your heart so revealing?

The beginning is not destined,
Nor are we together,
It's a chaotic collision
Not a vowed sacred fusion,
We drift in ways not so close and not so far.

Inside I am shooting blanks,
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