When You Move I Move With You

I know it's a lie, I want it to be true.
Wishing you could keep me closer
I'm a lazy dancer, when you move,
I move with you.

Jolted awake,
The shudder of a memory, a dream.
The fires out,
My bed's gone cold.

I remember that one night you slept beside me here.
Our sides touching in my double bed,
We talked for what seemed like hours when we were awake,
And I remember thinking how different you looked when you slept.

I'm trying too hard, I know that,
And I keep forgetting myself,
Making comments when I tell myself not to,
But I always try to turn away if I catch you looking at me.

I remember one time I slept in your bed,
Cramped in your single I was too aware of myself,
The alcohol had worn off and I could feel only too clearly where we touched,
My blood beating through my veins, I closed my eyes.

Sometimes I find myself reaching out for something at night,
Confused at being on the wrong side of the bed when I wake,
And hitting out at the wall with clumsy arms,
Woken from some dream, I grasp for it with my fingertips.

One thing I'll always remember,
Or at least I always picture,
Is the way our hips moved so in time, so close,
One body moving in a crowd of people,
Oblivious to the world and I'll try to convince myself you were lost in the moment,
Like I was. All I could do was move with your hips,
Brush your lips with mine as we danced to some song I can't even remember.

The world seemed to stop in your arms.