“Slowly, slowly drift and sway.
But it never goes away.”
I have no plea, so now, what can I say?
I’ve gotten myself in trouble again.
Because, just like a long reverb, you stay;
every word you say drifts inside my head.
And now I’m in trouble again because
as I drift, you’re the song that’s on repeat;
the sad song of a prisoner of love.
As I drive the street, love won’t hear my plea
to set me free. So now I’m stuck in queue:
Mind and soul have no rest inside of me.
I’m in trouble as I’m captive to you.
Slowly, slowly drift and sway.
But it never goes away.
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