This city is so silent at night
The rain of a northern sky
These lights that burn bright
Lulled me to sleep
I got lost on streets
Forgot my worries
I'm trying to feel myself again
Maybe this is what I've been searching for
This feeling of adventure
This feeling of want
I miss you
Your limbs and your laughter
The way your frame moves in dim lights
You worry too much
You love too hard
I just want to be

I flew to Miami in the early of dawn
Watched the sun rise above south beach
Made my way to the bar to take it all in
Planned out the days to come
Felt the breeze against my neck
The sweat beginning to roll down my spine
Quenched my thirst with *** and sugar cane
Fell in love with a Cuban beauty
Watched the moon from a rooftop
Cried the stars
Slept all the next day

The old man with the guitar
Plays 6 strings for a thousand
wandering faces
Plays that thing like he knew
all the kinds of hurt that washed
up when the rain came and went
All for pocket change
Just for the little things we still
had left to give

Far across foreign seas
Stood a golden isle
With monuments to
unfamiliar gods
and songs I did not
know how to sing
The days melted
into mystic evenings
But somewhere along the way
On that golden isle
I found my faith again
It laid buried beneath the sand
Next to nameless corpses
That all looked the same
when the insects
finally finished their work

I want to write something honest
Want to make something of these words
How I crave for you to notice me
How I know that my morals are so tainted
I know that my decisions are the wrong ones
I know that I am handcuffed to the most dangerous of vices
And I choose to push those things so far in my head that it’s like they were never there to begin with.