Another new song

No title or demo for this one yet, either. It's a little more craft than art for my liking, too. But here it is in it's flawed, unfinished glory:

If I repeat myself

I wouldn't think that you could tell

I don't think you've heard a word I've said

At all

I ask what's distracting you

Your face takes on a bluer hue

And now we shall dance with the second chance

And the fall

I choke on the words

You never say

But I can't find the will

To get out of your way

Are we just holding on?

Is the attraction gone?

Have we progressed or regressed I'm depressed

And what does that mean?

Is there nothing left?

Or is what comes next the best?

The superficial is fleetingly flirting

With flying away

So I dominate

What we have to say

And you ruminate

Time is wasting away

I think I'm a clever man

Well I do the best I can

But you don't seem to fall for reason or rhyme

Anymore

Am I what's bugging you?

Would you like a better view?

Or some room to breathe on your own

And something better to be

I stand in the way

And try to hold firm

But the tighter I grip

The more you squirm