Can’t look you in the eye

Like a wolf at a campsite

Wary and shameful of taking the first bite

It’s not that I don’t find you appealing

Just don’t want to be too revealing

Maybe one night, I’ll get drunk and I will tell you something honest

Don’t know if it’s a prediction or if it’s a promise

Did the tremor in my hand

Crack my silver band?

Did the tremor in my hand

Crack my silver band?

I am happy with you near me, dual shadows on the ground

Terrified to think how I could lose what I just found

Maybe one night, I’ll get drunk and I will tell you something honest

I don’t know if it’s a prediction or if it’s a promise

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