The Ice in My Glass

The ice in my glass don't last so long is it wrong if I want it to
The faster it melts the more I know it's good
It mellows me out
Talk it out
I drown my sorrows a sweeter way
The ice in my glass is why I want to stay

I'm moody and black like I'm under attack
Sour and baneful and breaking my back
But the more that I melt the more I know it's you

I remember the stream there, the smell of the clean air
Sunset burned around us
And I thought to myself
This mademoiselle might just turn me to dust
But the metaphor fails, and it's vulgar as hell
So just say it plain and be well
Whatever this is
Let's both reminisce
About it in 65 years

A secretive code
Did you know
We wrote
And no one can speak it true
No one can speak it unless it's just me and you
A shorthand for slow jams
I shut up and dance
As the night foxtrots away
The ice in my glass and a partner to play it safe

You got the bottle and I got the cup
I'll turn up the music you flip your drink up
And the slower we dance the more I know it's right