Wouldn't seem right

it wouldn't be right,
holding your hand like it was my heart
trying to keep her still,
and it wouldn't be right
flashing back to your smile
as a tap dancer avoids the potholes in the road
it wouldn't seem right
you knocking down my door,
eyes swollen, mind shattered
like you can crash into shore
Ive took off your head many a nights
only to watch you rise up for more
I'm drinking back a time,
its a hard scotch to keep inside
like you my friend inspired
hair drieng with the wind in my ride
It shouldnt seem right,
like your book I wrote in my bank
as a child you aged to late
Im wrong again, dead wrong,
you see my soul it just slides along
as a skater can spin around
I can only watch, and move on