In crowded bars, at subway cars
  
   Whenever you are next to me,
   center of gravity,
   can't feel both feet on the ground
  
   Walking home after dark, past the softball park
  
   It's clear to me, according to a rule I learned one day in school
   Basic geometry: two halves of a circle, you and me
  
   It's a familial song we've known so long
  
   Your clever cuts into me
   as long as you're next to me
   I can't feel both feet on the ground