Composure

My composure decomposes as you walk by
As you walk by, I can’t seem to get enough
How you wear those jeans
I think it must be a scheme
You’re the Siren of modern times
The song that you sing can’t be heard but it sure can be seen
Dreams offer nothing
Nothing will ever come
My adoration can’t be contained
Still. You are watching
Watching my every move
My heart gets torn apart
I am torn apart
Yeah