anna bäckman

Are you not the slightest bit confused? Just the truth.
The speed at which we move blends so well. It's too soon.

Separate yourself from what compels you to relinquish us.
Push your weight on to me entirely.

No, I can't dance, less it's slow or sad, to a song that's far less obvious.
If you're using me, do it slowly. Make it last until I have to go.