My puddle your flood
no truce today
between the river and her mud

My tremor your quake
suffer not the song
this dying swan will make

Your belly my ache
once more with Moxy
or just leave it to fate

My triggers your tells
I think you'd agree
we wear them so well

Your candle my shade
where once was meaning
is now the darkness we made

Your vision my sight
on the mountain that night
when you held my hand and told me
it just felt right

My bomb your fuse
one's just for show
the other got used