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Stalemate


stale·mate  (Noun)

  1. A situation in which further action is blocked; a deadlock.
  2. A situation in Chess in which no progress can be made or no advancement is possible; “reached an impasse on the negotiations”

A complex or critical or unusual difficulty; “the dangerous situation developed suddenly”; “that’s quite a situation”; “no human situation is simple”.

Synonyms:
Deadlock, impasse, standstill, dead end situation

Sometimes dating is a “Stalemate”. You’re damned if you make a move & you’re damned if you leave things as they are.

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Siberia


You’re on every man’s most wanted list.
You know you’re so cold.
You know just what you’re capable of.
That’s why you never look my way cus you know just where I’m going.
In my head, you’re already there.
In my dreams, you’ve crossed through.
Took what you wanted when you wanted and went about your way.

Love like an avalanche.
Confidence as cool as ice.
Eyes like crystal.
Everything she says is like a slippery slope.
She’s dangerous.

No promises worth keeping.
No love worth losing.
All the sleep you’re not getting keeps you up to no good.
After dark is when you can be found working.
I’m just another job, a quick hit & then it’s over.
You’re good, you’re such a professional.
So dangerous, yet still I can not turn away.
You’re the best I’ve ever seen.
Maybe I’ve seen too much.

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Last One


The last time I was here, you said that this would never be.
But it’s plain to see that this is what it feels like to be wrong.
It’s different now that we know where we belong.
You just keep on moving from the back to the front of my mind.
Just give it some time.
Fade into the night.

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Next Time


I keep writing on these walls hoping to make them fall.
Maybe I was just too slow to figure it out.
Some things can’t be undone.
You’re surprised that I care the way that I do and quite frankly I am too.
It took some time to get my bearings.
I can’t explain the kind of pain that never hurts.
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Late Nights (Cologne)


I could give you something to smile about.
Years from now when you’ve settled down with the next best thing, I’m what you’ll be daydreaming about.
I won’t keep you waiting, no hesitation on my part as I part your red seas while you say “Oh my God”.
With just a touch you’re already breaking down.
Its not what’s being said that’s turning you inside out, its how it flows out of me that’s got you running wet.
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