A Second

The words I haven't even wrote yet Burning brightly on my tongue Tonight I'm burning like a torch Caught at both ends A canary in a cage And here comes the coal mine My head is racing and I'm me again Apparently I sing better With a switchblade to my throat So I'm warming up, Only god knows for what Is it you, yea, that'd make sense I wrote every song about you for so long That a single word from your lips Could warm me well enough As to have a rush of stories to tell I can't wait to see your face Hear your sweet innocent voice As you squeeze me tight For one second I will give myself, one second A second first To enjoy your familiar scent And remember only that you loved me You loved me once And then I'll spend the rest of my evening Dancing a tactful tip-toe Between polite, and real conversation Remembering that words are weapons And you never liked the smoking barrel of my tongue So I'll have to try and keep it unloaded Amazing, but not surprising You're still my muse After a full year, I still miss november nights Pressed tight to say goodbyes that lasted hours And the long drives home that you made worth my while Make me smile still, so I'll give myself this second This one second, A second first, Just a single second, Before I remember last summer