I’ve been walking down the city streets,
wild night life running on disco feet.
I hear you with every step I take,
the loud cement cannot take your place.
Rushing blood in cracked bones,
your body was my home,
an avenue not of my own.
But people change with the weather-
saying the sun will make them better,
but 3 straight days of rain just left us
wetter than ever.
4 am reflections in the puddles of what
we used to be, imitations of you and me,
I’m so sick of reliving our tainted history.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
I’ve been walking down the city streets,
wild night life running on disco feet.
I hear you with every step I take,
the loud cement cannot take your place.
Rushing blood in cracked bones,
your body was my home,
an avenue not of my own.
But people change with the weather-
saying the sun will make them better,
but 3 straight days of rain just left us
wetter than ever.
4 am reflections in the puddles of what
we used to be, imitations of you and me,
I’m so sick of reliving our tainted history.
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