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87 Cavalier on the corner of third and broad |
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Where the city looks pretty but the dirt merchants walk |
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It's days like this that make women like her perfect |
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And women like her that make men like me nervous |
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I'm sitting slanted so I see her from the sideview mirror |
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and in fear that she my recognize my move |
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I sit back and act like I didn't notice, that the two of us engaged in a gaze for a moment |
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She drives off and I watch her disappear |
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Adhere to my memory |
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Right in the clear of the sensory perception is the fear |
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That "I'll never be accepted by the people i respect on the real" |
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As I stumble through a sentence, she reacts with a grin |
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When I dream, there ain't a soul to bring me back with a pinch |
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I could act like a pimp, I could be a soulmate, I could learn her geography and plot my escape |
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"Wait" she always says |
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So we stay in bed for days |
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And I'm staring at her ceiling to the minute she awakes and I fake |
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Like her lips are angelic to the touch |
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And she tells all her friends, that we NEVER fell in love |
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And we'd meet like this for weeks, and the passion would decrease |
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till the afternoons would creep along the face of the clock |
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We're addicted to the manner that our shoulders interlock |
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And we know the boat will rock till we motion it to stop and |
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we slowly hope the knot in our stomachs will unravel |
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It doesn't, seduction is a never ending battle |
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I can't help the way I'm tempted by your shadow |
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Always mourning after with resentment in a capsule |
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She's getting fragile, I see it in her nudity |
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Says she doesn't feel like she used to feel usually |
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Wears tears beautifully, love doesn't sing, now we both sit alone |
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by a phone that doesn't ring |
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She's drilling in my head again, I'm building up a better fence |
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I never want to let her in she's killing my intelligence |
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I'm feeling out my element and dealing with the hell I spent |
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Refilling all these medicines |
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in hopes she couldn't tell I'm bent on breaking away |
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only for the benefit of broken hearts that reminisce |
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and stroke the scars I left them with |
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I've always been a pessimist and never liked scars |
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If, I, never start it then I'll never think of ending it. |
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Two Steps forward, two steps back |
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Two steps forward saved me two steps back |
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(I let her pass) |
