Lost and Found

This jazzy '50s love song that makes me radioactive all in my knees.
Like the kissing scenes in the movies with desire and real affection behind foggy windows. And now the reputed mobster turned them into speed bumps, like soldiers fighting cowards, it's too hard to predict.
So let it sink in, and die a useless death hundreds of times.
He'll try his hand at following their gaze.
His bad-boy appeal consumes their stares, in his loose white cotton pants, a pink, pin-striped dress shirt, and his rock-club roots with pleasure to burn.
He'll take another poison pill, happiness guaranteed; this positive steroid helps him to slip away.
They feel like nothing's going to change...convicted while feeling the love of hypocrisy. Sticking to a promise is a big gamble, but someone has to take it.
What goes on in their hearts and heads...?
Echoes of their own cries...?
Cart-wheeling and style-thrashing convicts the dead man walking with repeated scenario's of hatred on both sides.