Paint fumes,
Ruthless summer nights.
If a flash light comes flickering,
Reflecting off the metal tracks,
We take flight.
I can't help but let it make me feel complete,
Even the quick window scratches,
And pilot tags on the street.
Ruff concrete,
When laced with aerosol,
Make it seem like much more than a wall.
I stand at 6 foot 4 inches tall,
But with a can I stand as high as I can reach.
Now do you see why this is appealing to me?