I write songs about strangers. Perhaps if our paths cross, i'll write about you as well.

Don't come any closer,
your 'booze' cologne wrecks my way

dont put your hands on me,
I never invited you here

though dont get me wrong, I'm not calling you out on your hissing serpent tongue
just a lost child,in the rain
just a lost child in the rain,
and i dont want to dance with you in the downpour

dont step any further,
your punk rock couture fogs my focus
dont play me any sid,

I never asked for this

your ink stained skin,
your lung cancer bliss
your addict addicting addiction,
your promiscuity recommendation

I'm not trying to judge this books cover,but
i never wrote for an invitation


though dont get me wrong, i'm not calling you out on your hissing serpent tongue
youre just a lost child in the rain
and im a flying spirit, midst of high soar
and i dont want to dance with you in your down pour


And should I stand, adjust my mini dress, calmly fold the crinkles in its surface,and walk away?
or will my heart be taken in?