Im the faded wallpaper in your cheap motel, Im the salty rim of the margarita you know too well.

I dont wanna be the audience to your sin, Somewhere inside you theres a heaven, Im beggin you to let me in.

Im the fender of you exs pickup truck, Im the rabbits foot you keep for luck. I dont wanna be the audience to your perverse beauty pageant, I would rather go blind than see something so tragic. Somewhere inside you theres a sunny, happy day, Thats where I wanna be, where I wanna stay.

When you roam the aimless roads at night, Im the distant headlight, As the shadows kiss your hair just right, Im beggin to be your moonlight.

Im your looking glass, I cant see your future, And I cant touch your past, But when I get oh-so-close, You fly by so fast.

I dont wanna be your audience.

Bfk

2013 Benjamin F. Kaye