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We danced on red shag carpet,

Heart playing in the background

as our feet moved out of sync.

The baby slept in the next room,

but we were trying to remember

the times when we were young and in love

and could concur the world if we tried.

But The Disenchantments were long behind us,

punk was dead,

and we had already set the world on fire,

felt the heat of the flames.

I told you from the very beginning that this wasn't a life I wanted,

but I would do anything to see your real smile,

when the corners of your eyes crinkles and you felt alive.

I gave myself over, hung up the fence climbing days

for cold winter nights, warm caresses and cheep wine,

drowning in the bliss of normalcy.

But every time I would long to be free from you,

from your dream,

I would look into your soft brown eyes,

hear you call my name softly in the dead of night,

and know I was in too deep, too emotionally invested,

to leave you now.

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