When push comes to shoving me backwards

You’re a colossal pendulum who can’t be swayed

And I’m a force to reckoned without

Together we are a feverless pitched circus tent of delicate delirium

A carnivorous carnivalé of thumb sucked eroticism

So here’s two for the road

And when meteorologists lie awake at nights dawning day

And silently pray for a storm of our magnitude

We’ll tilt our heads back and blow out the candles of our goodbye