Two Bottles of Chardonnay...no closer to us

So we trip
and we tumble
and we fumble for the truth we cannot yet say

it’s to soon,
and it’s all to dear,
and pain is still to near, for so much to believe...

so now we flirt,
and we talk pizza,
and retreat to cuori fortezza
Because it’s safe there, no blurriness, and all bullshit

and so we feast
and so we fall
and the passion, can take us all
Because it is what we know, comfort in amorous ebb and flow,

and we(I) have met our match at last

and so you shake,
and so I sigh
and we hold on for the closeness as the hours slip by
but the clock ticks, and reality smashes our simple nirvana...

and now you must go

and so two bottles of Chardonnay,
and now we two are no closer to us,
but we are so far away from "just friends"
and we two still have two empty bottles