I prefer my nights to be cool and breezy
And my air to be musty and swirled with smoke
And for there to be concrete under my feet
Graffiti and band stickers
Echoes of the permanence I was never comfortable with
In myself
Everything worn and broken
And I like it that way
I feel at home
My mistakes aren't as loud as the music
So no one really cares
In this place
Anonymity is a choice
Not a curse