Bending backwards is like melting clocks
You're ripping denim just for hushed whisper
The sound slowly dies while the door pushes shut
At least you won't have to remember this night

The lights were dimmed and the music so low
Your whispers turned words that you could not control
Shaking from the emotions and losing your mind
And you can't help but cry to yourself (not this time)

A cold shiver running up through your spine
You liked it better when your face could be hid
You'd voice an opinion, a thought or a tear
If it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't facing you