This Darkened City Street,

lost on this darkened city street and then it's you i meet. come hither. you come closer i can't figure out if i'm supposed to. listen to the daily grind i hate this music i lose my mind. i can't seem to think of the right way to unwind and then it's you i find. beads of sweat run down your back it's incredible; you have this knack. you know the way it ticks dripping with sarcasm; poking with sticks. i wonder if you just do this for kicks. or if you even know you do it at all. i can't fight the fall and i can't break down this growing wall. insinuation and imitation. flawless methods; the kind meant to break. as easily as you could have done it i can't see you as a fake. pinned together soft and light is this black feather. it's now that i remember that deep down you have to be the same. but still when i look around nothing reminds me of what i've found through you i'm ripping apart you take me back to the start. restoration in my faith as gentle as the hand that traces my face. that draws this smile with grace and style goals so unrealistic harsh fingertips smudging lipstick stepping on dreams.. and i feel the tension lessen after all of this. you take it all away with just one kiss. just one touch that look and your eyes. as much as i want to i can't despise you.. because when i'm lost on this darkened city street. it's you i always meet. come hither. you always come closer and i can't figure out if i'm supposed to.