Strangers on the Street

I was born with half a heart
and that was dragging at my feet, my heels
I was lying under wheels
Strapped my body to the track
I believed in every film,
In every television show, that said
Oh well, you might as well be dead
If you cannot be in love
Plant a kiss on a cold shoulder
Compose a message that won’t send
I felt, I never felt complete
When we were strangers on the street
I had never touched a drug
Until I held onto your hand.
No man, I was always straight and clean
Until you showed up on the scene
And you were smoking like a gun
Looked like you knew how to have fun
I decree that you tore it up indeed
And I was not too proud to plead
Plant a kiss on a cold shoulder
Compose a message that won’t send
I felt, I never felt so sure
As when I strode up to your door.
I showed up at your place.
I guess I never felt complete
When we were strangers on the street.