I can't face these streets anymore
Because I'll try to walk in step with my reflection,
And the details in the windows are not
What I want.
Your eyes follow me even when it's selfish
And I can hear your laughter when I want to.
But for it to be real I need to do something
To save you from pain.
So hot, the night, that I stay up late
Thinking about you and trying to dream,
When the universe comes to borrow
The things I hold dear under my breath.
You're it; what I need,
But you want to go the other way.
There's light when you're with me,
So forever I sit here alone in the dark and in mockery
With a whisper, a memory of something good.
Or never mind, because when I speak to you
Your laughter isn't real.
And it's all I want to hear.