There's a graceful dance above me.  From the sun reflecting in.  Off the cars that pass below.  Each with their own story within.  And the dance moves  They remind me of the times that I've walked in  To a room and left with nothing  Except the fear to walk back in.  So I'll stay safe at my vantage.   On occasion I'll peer in.  You'll grow up out of the corner of my eyes  Right next to him.  You'll need help, you'll need attention.  You're a captivate whim.  But I'm a coward prone to quitting.  I just make sure never to begin.    The gunpowder between my teeth  Lets me know that I've come clean  It should be easy to say goodbye  Since you won't be looking at me.    I can see you through a window  But the cracks keep you a blur.  There's a victim in this story  I wish to god that is was her.  While I know I've your recognition  It's of its nature I'm not sure.  If I could ever push this question  I'd shut my ears for the answer.