• Glass panes on the walls,
    and the red brick is flooded wet,
    We've taken all the towels,
    These hallways they're so cold,

    Staying here until twelve,
    Security cops aren't so friendly,
    Brush your leg against,
    Mine and stop staring at my top,

    I'm colder than this ice,
    But you're so warm next to me,
    Float around the pool in,
    Silence, it's Marco Polo time,

    Would it be so very hard,
    If you just came out and said it,
    Stop sending these lies,
    Mixed messages sink below us,

    Lean against my arm,
    And whisper in my nervous ear,
    Smile that simple smile,
    I hardly ever see unless alone,

    Hear the splashing now,
    Silence, because they're asleep,
    Pool closes at eleven,
    Don't they know, we'll still be

    Here.

    (A/N: This is the revised version below. Could you leave a comment and tell me which you prefer? Thanks!)

    Glass panes on wood walls,
    Fading prints of wet hands on red brick,
    White towels surround skin,
    Orange hallways at night turning cold,

    Live life here until twelve,
    Ten minute warning by security shirt,
    Your leg brushed against me,
    Should really stop staring at my top,

    Feeling colder than this,
    As your skin burns heat next to me,
    Move around this in silence,
    Because it seems to be Marco Polo time,

    Wouldn’t it be better now,
    If you could whisper the truth tonight,
    Lips mouthing words again,
    Clouds of mixed messages sink below,

    Lean upon trembling arm,
    Laugh, and whisper in a nervous ear,
    Unwary and carefree smile,
    You never show the world these days,

    Subtle splashes call to me,
    Silence as the rest of the world sleeps,
    Endings show at early night,
    But don’t they understand that we’ll still be-

    Here.