There's a graceful dance above me.<br />
From the sun reflecting in.<br />
Off the cars that pass below.<br />
Each with their own story within.<br />
And the dance moves<br />
They remind me of the times that I've walked in<br />
To a room and left with nothing<br />
Except the fear to walk back in.<br />
So I'll stay safe at my vantage. <br />
On occasion I'll peer in.<br />
You'll grow up out of the corner of my eyes<br />
Right next to him.<br />
You'll need help, you'll need attention.<br />
You're a captivate whim.<br />
But I'm a coward prone to quitting.<br />
I just make sure never to begin.<br />
<br />
The gunpowder between my teeth<br />
Lets me know that I've come clean<br />
It should be easy to say goodbye<br />
Since you won't be looking at me.<br />
<br />
I can see you through a window<br />
But the cracks keep you a blur.<br />
There's a victim in this story<br />
I wish to god that is was her.<br />
While I know I've your recognition<br />
It's of its nature I'm not sure.<br />
If I could ever push this question<br />
I'd shut my ears for the answer.