Composure - Mêlée

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