
Running down empty lanes and drives of the city I once knew,
Assuming I can find you again in this plastic, dusty zoo.
Looking around street corners and under each empty bin.
The lust is my greatest enemy but right now it tastes as good as sin.
No self-esteem left once I empty the last of my pride in these streets
And I don’t want to trade my soul away for another misdeed.
I keep my eyes open when I cry
To make sure your face doesn’t slip by.
I’m releasing the numbness just for you.
I wish you could dare to need me too.
-JW