Pins and Needles - Color Theory

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