Random Encounters on the street
Never leads to anything more anymore
We share some smiles and shy looks
but we never dare
We never do
I never say the fancy lines I make up in my head
The word’s that’ll make us love
and, I’d like to think, that neither do you
The line between pathetic and naive is fragile
it keeps us apart
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Random Encounters on the street
Never leads to anything more anymore
We share some smiles and shy looks
but we never dare
We never do
I never say the fancy lines I make up in my head
The word’s that’ll make us love
and, I’d like to think, that neither do you
The line between pathetic and naive is fragile
it keeps us apart
