Midnight eyes

All things in life can be broken down till what you see is
Saint vs. Sinner
With every look you choose to play the role that you will portray
Take my eyes, fraught with sight
(You’re not trying to see the light)
(And I wish I could be on your side)

How I play the villain to the audience of my despair
Which dream was this: I woke up against your lips
And fell asleep against a wish to never sleep again?
It seems the stream that carries me has twists that I could not foresee
Despite my bouts of clarity
(She’s swimming to the stage)