On this journey, we walk hand in hand
me beside you, woman beside man
now I'm pulling ahead, excited to see
but you're not so sure, you begin to follow me
at first i don't notice, don't care maybe
our fingers are still locked indefinitely
slowly though, our hold begins to break
pinky then ring, now the middle's at stake
my focus on the path ahead begins to waver
I turn back to find that you're thinking about later
if I stop right now, will we make it in time?
couldn't you just try? i swear it'll be fine
you nod and you follow but i know something's not right
there's a furrow between your brows, your mouth held tight
smile for me please
I'll beg on my knees
just look at where we're going!
who cares about knowing?
as much as I want it, I know it's not that easy
frankly the whole think is making me feel sleazy
I kid you not, I feel like a criminal
Our hold is really breaking-- the feeling is visceral
I'm hoping and praying, and still it's not there.
I am painfully aware that what I ask isn't fair.
I don't want this anymore
I just want you to feel self assured
But am I willing to give it all up?
I'm still moving forward, but I feel stuck.
If you can't walk beside me, the pleasure is diminished
Will we be ok when it's all finished?
