It's after midnight and I can hardly move.
You miss a breath and I ask you, "what's wrong?"
You flash that cute smile and give me that old ruse:
"Nothing." said in a voice that's my favorite song.

I press on and try to break through your defense.
You tell me that it's hard to explain, but
You try. Your attempt leaves me in suspense.
You let slip your secret and our restraints are cut.

It's after three and I can hardly move.
I use a metaphor, sweet words, to explain.
Something about jumping into a cold pool.
My confidence falters, I lift my head in vain.

You grab my hand and take the last of my cool.
You whisper in my ear, "Just jump." I do.