Spent

Sounds like this to me. The quoted part I'm not sure about.

street nights cool nights a couple of clueless kids smoking cigarettes talking out loud could you comprehend what they must be thinking? explanations burned into frustration

tones of bright red hanging off the lips silence ensues the conversation slips it seems what they want is closer than we imagine one leans in and asked the other

would it be alright if i told you something in spite? i will listen to you on one condition i will call your bluff without suspicion about the way you feel tonight

tight ropes false hopes pitfalls and close calls steam rising off the surface i can't explain the nervousness that we tend to analyze to death she seems so nice seems being the key word

i explain myself in the most useless way i dive in too fast scaring off the waves in an ocean where the motion crushes the surf and pulls be back to you

scenery changing a certain look of disgust off the rounded helm of the pretty brown eyes something is not right used to losing everyone in this life [all the reckless <-- "sounds like over reckless in ambition but I don't know if that makes sense?" in her visions] i sigh inside slow my breathing in fright about the way i feel tonight