Perfect Circle

I am the
I am driven by imperfect urges
I've been drawn to you
That is perfect
Once in my room we drew a perfect circle
I feel my chest is aching more
And in the dark I heard a [?] story
I was waiting for that [?]
I undertook [?] bright blue alleys
I [?]
In the morning as I want to call it
My friends it would end in tears
I heard in their bleeding voices
And I noticed I was shaking gently

Now bring forth all your fiery creatures
To burn our love, my [?] to cinders
Once in my room we drew perfect circle
Whilst breathing in the [?]
[?] all [?] the tempers tumble
Confiscate our love, the stolen [?]
Hold my mouth and let me wonder over
To the pier with all it's neon glow