This Chair Aint Big Enough For The Both of Us

She won't ask for what she wants because she's certain it's what he wants.
Pride tastes like your hand in my hair. Shoving my finger down my throat and coughing out hairballs.
Through the blinds, through the window, through the air between us:
Flashes of self control.
Tha-dump. Tha-dump. Tha-da-da-da-dump.
My heart's fallen asleep in my throat.
"Wake up in a car" or "in the kitchen in a chair."
Tellmehowyoufeeltodaytodayandtomorrow.
What did we feel yesterday?
I'll write a play where I'm you and you're me, just so we can laugh.
'The Chronicles of a Tragic Joke.'
You get the credit, but I get the phone calls.
Pick (me) up.
Pretend my name means heartbreak and cry it out before you sleep at night.
Lights off, five minutes before backstage turns into a pumpkin.
Action
Like from a movie in a cheap motel.

We're both 37°C until you blush