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.