The city of flint, light on my spark,
call me home there, where under
the rubble of a northern void, under
the weight of suspended jardines,
beats up your exhausted heart.
Call me for fun, catch me on hello, promise me your stars and then
never leave me quietly alone,
while you are still dancing pretty
stretched out in the nightly air.
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
The city of flint, light on my spark,
call me home there, where under
the rubble of a northern void, under
the weight of suspended jardines,
beats up your exhausted heart.
Call me for fun, catch me on hello, promise me your stars and then
never leave me quietly alone,
while you are still dancing pretty
stretched out in the nightly air.