Geometric

When there is a time for words
Silence rolls it's tumble weed
on a desolate street
where it belongs
Where do we belong, here?
and why do you know my name?
I feel those eyes watching time
Every step I make is geometric
and you wait for that mistake
I'll make when I fall
for every pleading word you say.

Now when the truth rolls in
I'll lead every sentence and begin
Roll out a blue print
With a map, where do we belong?
By the shape of our palms
You've got it all wrong
because I can never be her
and I can never be the one
Yet, here we are
Filling voids with sweet mistakes
and I know your name
and every geometric angle of your heart
No room for two
So I tip-toe around like so
Careful not to spill my love
Where ever we go
Until you go
Where you belong