Your shoulder turns I turn too late Heel against heel We hesitate The same slow arc Again again A worn-out shape Beneath the skin Still counting Still counting Save the last dance Even if it hurts now Even out of rhythm Your hands still move Like they remember mine Save the last dance Until the movement stops The room bends sideways During the turn You pull too hard I never learn A breath too close A frozen stare Two tired forms Still circling there Still turning Still turning Save the last dance Before we lose direction Before the pattern breaks No clean goodbye No graceful final pose Save the last dance Inside the failing pace You shift away I follow anyway Not out of hope Just from repetition Still pretending Still pretending Save the last dance Even with the pressure Even through the tension One final turn Grinding against the silence Save the last dance Until we disappear
