Smiling, you kissed my cheek before I left on the train.  I
don't return it because I already told you  coworkers don't get
my ass.  I'm saving it for people who don't know my  deepest
darkest words, who don't know the world  I step into when I get
off the train and enter the  city, who think I've still got fear
left somewhere in my bones.   The cities a reality I belong to
and maybe I look like  the streets, but that's what makes you
want me.  I like the way the boys stare  and how no one cares
that the smoke comes out of  my lips as easily as air. Some call
me weak,  but when I'm here I'm stronger than the bridges,
stronger than you'll ever be, even holding me back.   I've got a
world away from them, and I'll  never kiss in it,  because then
it might disappear.  I'm a disappointment,  oh, but that's what
happens when the girl  you fall in love with is just like the
streets.