I approach you in the hallway
I put a hand to your chest as we go to pass
Just as a way to say “hey”
But it stops me dead in my tracks
Your beat freaks me out
It seems to be thumping real hard in my hand
I say “wow, it’s really jumping!”
You say, with a shrug, “well, I guess it’ll wear itself out one day”
All, like, c'est la vie
And it occurs to me
that it will wear itself out, but just not on your sleeve
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