A musky cafe with strong coffee, graffiti posters, and lo-fi jazz

A balcony. Staring up at the snow machines on the slopes, taming the mountain as she sleeps.

A sidewalk. Brick buildings decorated with fire escapes and the steam from the subway tunnel.

She goes from skipping down the streets,
Smile as big as her unreasonable new dreams
To running her cold fingers along the edge,
Thick extension cord
Adorns her neck like a string of pearls

They called me a miracle
And I lost my mind
I am no miracle
And I never was

I'll give up being able to control my thoughts
I never like them anyways

Remind me again of how hard it's going to be
To never know love again

I can't help but stare at her arms
And she knows I do
What's your story?
And I think I'll take her up
On the offer

I looked up the number, it's saved on my phone
And I let the time pass all away
Then when I muster my strength up to call
They have already closed for the day