City lights on the board
rows of white planes
combed back hair
leavers everywhere
kept looking for that rain of sadness in me
should I move here
but all that I could find
was being thankful that I was here
however short or long
however short or long
I was here
It’s always 4am
highest ceiling lights
tiled floor
travelling to a show
kept looking for that wake of sadness in me
should I move here
but all that I could find
was being thankful that I was here
however short or long
however short or long
I was here
City lights on the board
rows of white planes
combed back hair
leaves everywhere
kept looking for the name of sadness in me
should I move here
but all that I could find
was being thankful that
I was here
however short or long
however short or long
I was here
Mother and son playing hand games
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