Hostile Street

You hate to be reductive

Creative not destructive

But you can destroy me

You can reduce me

To the size you think I should be

Reduce me

I wanna be reduced

Reduce me to nothing until I disappear

And then when I'm gone

Just keep reducing

Okay, or what if we kissed?

What if we held hands?

What if we kissed and held hands on the hostile street furniture?

Could we teach it to change its hostile ways

Through the power of our love?

I don't think so

I'll give you cake if you want it

If you want it

You can take a toll on me

I'll give you cake if you want it

If you want it

You can take a toll on me

I'll give you cake if you want it

If you want it

You can take a toll on me

I'll give you cake if you want it

If you want it

You can take a toll on me

Take a toll, now

You hate to be restrictive

You only want whatever this is

But you can destroy me

You can control me

I'm thing that you think that I should be

Withhold me

I wanna be withheld

Withhold me, deprive me

Until I'm just a shell

And after I'm withheld

Just keep on holding and holding and holding

Okay, or what if we kissed?

What if we held hands?

What if we kissed and held hands on the hostile street furniture?

Could we teach it to change its hostile ways

Through the power of our love?

Seems far-fetched

I'll give you cake if you want it

If you want it

You can take a toll on me

I'll give you cake if you want it

If you want it

You can take a toll on me

I'll give you cake if you want it

If you want it

You can take a toll on me

I'll give you cake if you want it