She's taking her time. Making up the reasons. To justify all the hurt inside. Guess she knows. From the smiles and the look in their eyes. Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one.
I want to move in time with you. I want to breathe in rhyme with you. I want to feel the deepest kiss. And I want to know you feel like this. . For this one time, one time.
And we stare each other down. Like victims in the grind. Probing all the weakness. And hurt still left behind and we cry. The tears of pearls. We do it, oh we do it.