Shallow Expectations - Lyrics - A New January

My hands, explorers Ten tiny magellan's sailing To the edge Of your skin My eyes, archaeologists Read cuneiform of your body The curves and shapes The cracks and lines Warm sweat just moving down the walls Red stains soak good intentions Half-sweet, white revelations Just not enough to mention Uncut and ever-changing We both want so much more than this We're holding tight, white knuckle grip Her hair was dripping down her neck With shallow expectations I hear her every single word I reason without meanings Just like we did on the 23rd There were about 45 minutes past She claimed it was coincidental Some things are moving way too fast I can't stand to be here where I'm at Or is it my shallow expectations?