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