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Late Night Swimming

I like you better when you're intoxicated
Down at my feet counting my fingers and toes
Making sure I made it through the night intact
While you're a fumbling mess
Down at my feet counting my fingers and toes

Our conversations are louder in the dark
When the edges of our friendship are blurred and
Flirting with the shadows, dancing with the silence
Where every word we mumble has the potential
To turn against us in a tidal wave of misunderstanding

Your words slosh around like the
Emptiness keeping company with the alcohol
In my stomach when you say
You're exactly where you want to be
Swimming through the riptides of the evening with me

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