Sunday at seven
hiding in my room
music really loud

glancing
peeking
out the window
dancing in the dark corners

it won't rain
she really loves your face

you're too nice for her tainted hands
she'll break your heart in a short moment

green lights
you might need to disappear and never come back

passing all red lights
stop signs

I see the fall

your fortune teller

please go home

she'll play mind games

I want to see you fall