Staring back from inside my mirror. A boy I used to know. Shining eyes that see right through my window soul. . Cowboys, kings and flying aces. Somehow saved the day.
You can buy a diamond ring. And slip it on my hand. Put me on a big ol' plane. And fly me to a foreign land. . Show me rows of fancy clothes. Saying, "Honey you can take your pick".
So now that you're lying face down in the concrete. It seems to me that, you didn't understand these streets. No respect for me. Well you should think before you speak.