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an obvious obstruction
a hanging, split construction
a tenterhook where tension
burrows behind the brow

you might be mine tommorow
but in the brush you borrow
nonchalance from the breeze
and ever so easily I find
I'm down on my knees

and fireworks ain't got nothing on us
the spark and pop don't even meet our needs

and fireworks ain't got nothing on us
the spark and pop don't even meet our needs
what we've got is everything
you strike the match
and there goes the evening

an odd, familiar feeling
the old ties, fast receding
a mistake made once before
befalls us both again

you might be mine tommorow
but in the brush you borrow
an unnatural air of confidence

the words are terse and short
the wind becomes a draught
you're colder than the start
and it spreads back to your heart

and arguments ain't got nothing on us
the spark and pop is far to weak