Dark hair
Thin waist
And an attitude that says that she don't care
Don't waste
Your time
Kind of hard when the heart doesn't beat straight
Skipping lines
Sealed fate
Doing time in a prison-like illusion where she's mine
Pale face
Inked thigh
Nor the whiskey or the stage seems to make her go away
Loud eyes
Lips pressed
An ice sculpture of a lady in a black dress
Blackbird
She melts
As I put a smile with a song into her head
Too close
To the sun
She flies back to the cold comfort that she knows
Am I
The one
Or just someone to fill her time and make her feel less alone
Would she
Say yes
To anyone's attention just to not be by herself
Lost in
Her mind
It's a tricky but familiar maze of storms and valentines
She tries
To feel
But there's a wall that she put up to fight the bad ideas
I know
There's more
My wall is twice as high, but for her I made a door
She's walking on the edge
I'm riding that thin line
I see behind her eyes
And scared away she flies
And at times we stopped time
As we lay on a bridge and we talk through the night
And at times we skipped time
As we leave, and we love, and get mad, and it's fine
And at times there's no time
As we chase our aspirations with our future on the line
And I wonder if it's time
To seal the door and live a lie or come back and make her mine
