This city is alive (don't get too close or she'll break your heart)
this city is alive this city is alive and if you don’t believe it inhale and hug her to your chest feel the reverberations of her heartbeat in your stomach she’s a pulsing beating quivering thing and with every footstep that echoes through her hollowed alleyways cobblestoned hideaways she learns
this city makes no promises and there’s deceit in her mischievous eyes but the pull of her paradise lips to your own is magnetic she slams the strongest men to their knees
she’s not a crescendo she’s a bittersweet beauty a heavy rumbling bass a numbing buzz every exhale like rolling thunder
this city is diseased plagued with chronic loneliness and the only cure is cigarettes and art
there’s a reason spidery veins so closely resemble aerial night lights and during the early hours of the morning the brick almost seems to sigh