She walks down alleyways at night
It’s too enticing, the darkness.
She feels safe with her pocket knife,
Likes the pounding in her chest.
And it’s too hard not to stare at the sun
It’s better than looking down,
All she wants is to feel a rush
It’s better than feeling like
The train tracks.
She looks for steel in the brick city walls
She puts on her act,
It’s her show, she waits for a call
He doesn’t seem to care about her knife
She’s hid it far beneath him
He doesn’t seem to care about her life
And she pretends not to see
But she’s still drawn to the pain.
And what’s the point if she’s not understood?
He’s not coming around
Part of her wonders if she could
Just wait to be found
Just wait to be
In his arms.
She likes when they’re eyes almost touch,
And he sees her now
In that other worldly way,
Her guard’s down.
She runs to felons, she runs to hurt
But now he has her arm
She’s out of trouble, it’s almost worse
Feeling like there’s no control
He holds her tight
He reveals her light
Her mind running like a child
From the fear of love
But he holds her now
And she let’s go of her pocket knife.