Thrown into a room, to make us communicate
Your attempt to make small talk is executed with nervousness
And I calm your chills with a warm hand upon your thigh
As the power goes out and we sit in the dark
I feel your hand poke my face and lips
Trying to get a grasp of where I am
I pull your hand and body closer to mine
And just as we are about to connect the power comes on
Sending a jolt and sudden fright throughout your spine
Whether it was timed or not, it gave us a story to remember...
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