Pins and Needles

You mumble something cryptic
And then giggle in your sleep
A smile so wide I know you can't be dreaming about me
The lack of circulation to my arm under your head
Makes pins and needles dance as I lie helpless in your bed

Want to hear the awful truth?
I really do believe
That we dance on pins and needles
We dance on pins and needles

And try to keep our balance though we stumble every day
We never stop to wonder what got lost along the way
You grip my hand too tightly as you feel me letting go
My fingers unresponsive like a mitten full of snow
Want to hear the awful truth?

I really do believe
That love means one thing to you
Another thing to me
Just the tingle of severed nerves
Where feeling used to be
We dance on pins and needles
We dance on pins and needles

You sit down on my lap without a warning or a word
And kiss me like a teenage girlfriend waiting at the curb
I taste the desperation in you and it makes me blush
To find my thighs desensitized to any youthful rush.