Losing My Religion

His dark eyes glaring,
His unshaven face turned towards the floor,
His long hair a mess,
He lights another cigarette.

Surrounded by clouds of dirty smoke,
He coughs, then curses,
And he doesn't see me watching him.

In my mind and my thoughts,
That song plays over and over,
Losing my religion, losing it for him,
He doesn't know the effect he has on me,
Although he's seen my eyes meet his.

What will become of it? What will become?
Where will I turn to when he pursues,
And how will I escape the blame this time?

It must end.