thoughts in nyc

i’ve been bad
i’ve been good
i’ve done all the things you wish you could

took the boat
scoured the shore
took it all and begged for more

swept the floor
screamed, i know there’s more
swung the door
the labyrinth, this was all i asked for

dim lights
i can feel your fire
it burns inside
people would kill to die

walk the streets
the shadows creep
i pass the spot where our hands used to meet

you pass
your hands, cold like glass
drop the bomb, tear gas

look towards the ground
two rats
that was us
before the clash

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