For a moment, nothing is burning
and it's making me restless -
I default to sad expressions or mad expressions,
In reality i'm searching for floaters -
birds or planes or coffee
whatever words filter through the smoke are a competition
for the most, or the best
an engine burns old oil and it's the only thing that makes sense
the others sit in peace knowing what's coming
the city screams and everybody hears but
no one says anything
Never doing enough // not doing anything
Everyone has dogs 'cuz in this city
love is unbelievable.
the plane is gone and its trail is pretty
(the flowers will die, too)
(I don't know how to leave without running away)
I scratch your back and you kiss, but don't bite
the city screams and I scream and I scream and I scream.