Downpour on Locust
We were stuck in a downpour on Locust
Dosed with euphoria, shadows on good intentions
Your vices smothered your virtue
It's in my nature, to abandon ancient echos
That exist on the coastline in my mind
Follow the glow of the neon signs
Venture to the ledge with a burst of intention
Your cursed with impulse
Sanity leaks from the ceiling in your mind
The city is alive
Your scheming and gleaming with dishonesty
My heart is heavy with underground empathy
You curated needle graffiti on my bathroom walls
You disappeared liked clockwork
Down every shoddy alley
To fill your lungs with manic chaos
Just another suburban stray
Just another suburban stray
With calico bruises
Trying to find the glamour in its grip
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