Your fist gently caresses my lips

and its the taste of your words, 

before I’m friends with the pavement,

that hurt me.

You say this can’t be.

In my early years, 

I’d agree.

My teeth, now piano keys

sing you song Iv never heard before.

We meet at the chorus and our duet is a fire 

that burns the houses down around us.

Like a bullet from a gun you leave me at killing time.

Just fast enough to know, 

Iv missed my stadium performance.