So I thought you’d be the one to make me go crazy;
A subtle twinge of anxiety towards a hopeless act of vandalism.

Street corners are paved with gold
Alongside the hustle and bustle of street racers,
                                 Racing to be caught.

The lingering smells of street side cafés
Hold the attention of little ones as they sprint
                                Towards the prize

I thought you’d be the one to make me into
                A mess of love

The balloons float toward the ongoing sky
The attention is flying higher toward the deep,
                                                Ever deepening blue

That twinge of excitement held my eyes,
For I thought you’d be the one

One, two, three
Three more jumps and the double dutch girls
Find a new game

Notes fly amongst the wind
People dance the streets;
                                Minds fill with nostalgia.

So I thought you’d be the one to make me linger
Towards a subtle drop of hope…

City streets mend a broken heart.