You never tagged me when I couldn't find a hiding place.

Life within life or so they say,
quick to define, and to believe.
Holding a hand of soft core skin
confronting electric vibrance.

The situation of our fingertips,
there never was such true convenience.
Oh spark the chemicals beneath,
the bitter red, the not so clean.

Please riddled doorway let us through,
we called before to book a room.
Let's stumble quickly toward the sky,
falling upwards you and I.

We never plan to disappear
as we turn to face the void.
So you hold onto the day gone past,
as this girl who knows this boy.

Disguises, and fabrics,
they tend to fall off.
But don't find shame in the
expanding pile of unfolded cloth.

It's the lessons learned first hand,
that keep us intrigued.
So let's try to figure out
when the other should lead.