It is too late for grand interventions;
I’m too far in to turn back now.
Don’t waste your breath
Dissuading me from my feelings;
Reminding me of every time I said
It would be my last time;
Pointing to your salt-crusted shoulder,
The one I’ve always cried on.
I can’t help it…I’ve fallen for you.
And you might think it’s a mistake.
But here’s the thing,
I already know it’s a mistake
I’m willing to make.