I still like it when we dance

Love the way you smile at me-  wanna keep that grin forever,
but you insist on wasting away, and I’m stuck to my wall of never.
Lost my train of thought   when the spike went through the tracks,
but I always like to head out, yeah,    like I ain’t coming back.

You’ve gotten like a bad jam- said you’re stinking up the joint.
Don’t think that you could ever play, but that’s beside the point.
What I think, I’m saying-    what I say is: thought.
I sold my soul to the lowest bidder, and he hates what he bought.

There’s me    and you
don’t know what to do   because
I still like it when we dance
but you 
you refuse to move

Maybe I misheard you say:   “Pass the black eye, please,”   
so I popped one on you, and you dropped to your knees.
One thing leads another, until nothings what I got:
except a low-fi needle and you, here, left to rot.

Three days is forever-   locked away with you
in a hundred buck apartment   as we both come unglued:
you, melting in that crazy way like everyone who’s died-       
me, trying to write a cryptic note that hints to suicide.
                                   
There’s me    and you
don’t know what to do    because
I still like it when we dance
but you 
you refuse to move