city street

a sway and that's the way it should be. blue jean skirt, and that's the way it should be.

summer bird on summer trees, looking down on heat-shimmering black streets. and she said she only wants to be friends,
maybe one day we'll understand.

I needed you.

weak for your heart, I wasn't sure what to do without.

so now here I am, and there once was that sway. the way it should of always been. those same black streets shimmer under the new summer heat.

but I'm not there anymore.
I'm not there anymore.