Cement

Been some time since I jotted down The keeping pace and my freaking out At the Levee cracking at my feet Leaking thoughts and feelings In between the fissures Fishermen cast their tangled twine Rushing water and dotted lines Sifting sediment Shifting sentiments Maybe I do miss her Is it too early To cement that I meant what I said In that two-by-four we called a room But surely I'd lament if I chose silence Over telling you what's true Counting days like I'm keeping time Tapping feet as I'm toeing the line Towing boats 'til the fuel gauge starts to flicker Oh, how I'd love to kiss her Is it too early To cement that I felt what I felt In that tiny bed under the moon But there's no need to repent for how I feel 'Cause in that moment I just knew That this is good And I want this shit to last as long as possible Though just a week has passed Oh it's felt longer Like that shift being the bar on Monday evening Oh I'm taking this one far