Crossing of Us

Cavernous rooms of wasted embrace

You put your hands to your ears

Thinking of how I ran into you

My car wouldn't stop at the crossing of us

Were you

Will I

What is that

You are

I might

We are small

The frog on the porch said

You're leaving too soon

Come in and go out and stay near

You'll get so uptight that

You'll lose all your corners

And you'll be delighted

To stay with me here

Be with your mood in wrinkles of shame

Pack up your passion and scoot

I couldn't see the way to begin

I didn't stop at the crossing of us

Crossing of Us off of Speaking of Biscuits

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