I ring the bell, you let me in,
Such a clichéd start to an afternoon warm,
As I hold you, you can see me grin,
And set off all those crazy alarms.
So what is it that you think you owe me?
You don’t need to think about that,
When you can see where this is headed as clear as day,
What is it that holds you back?
You’ve been here before, not a long time back,
Is this what they call déjà vu ?
But hush! No one knows about me being here,
No one knows what you’ve been though.
You can deny me all that you want,
But you can’t deny yourself all that,
Because you can feel me all around you,
As we both come to terms with facts.
You will let me do all that I always do,
Let yourself feel me through,
As I prepare to leave you will start to think,
About all those distracting, irrelevant things.
