It was that one day—
my subconscious started keeping track.
You smiled back.
You mirrored back-
A walking piece of art.
Asshole, but crazy smart.
A different kinda beautiful.
I’m tongue tied, city nights.
This isn’t usual.
Called it how you seen it.
I was saying, “fuck love”.
you could tell I ain’t mean it.
You trust your heart before a man in a pulpit.
You have a spirit, money can’t buy.
Society will question who but I’ll cling to why.
They keep sayin don’t cross the line-
Don’t up the level.
Tame the lust.
Quiet the rebel.
I shouldn’t want you like I do.
I shouldn’t want you, but I do.