Like the city
there's always the constant buzz of your existence in the background
reminding me you're still here
polluting my thoughts
Your lights are too brilliant to disentangle from my mind
burning bright like neon signs in your eyes
prompting me towards you
and your vacant streets
Empty words hang on brick
crumbling graffiti of the walls we used to call shelter;
we built houses on comfort
but always needed something better
When I left, you phoned
I told you I had found home
though I wanted to hear the lonely in your voice
match the lonely I still know
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Like the city
there's always the constant buzz of your existence in the background
reminding me you're still here
polluting my thoughts
Your lights are too brilliant to disentangle from my mind
burning bright like neon signs in your eyes
prompting me towards you
and your vacant streets
Empty words hang on brick
crumbling graffiti of the walls we used to call shelter;
we built houses on comfort
but always needed something better
When I left, you phoned
I told you I had found home
though I wanted to hear the lonely in your voice
match the lonely I still know
