that we're apart, i've stopped writing because everything
and each one of them were really about you
how we were together and how our memories intertwine
i'm doing backflips on the streets with my homies
still super unsure of myself and sort of not over you
but my worst fear of it all is all the magic fading away
with all the modernization and all the misinformation
sometimes i feel so small and it used to be grand
to be a small light in the urban, the banality and grey
people listen but don't really, when i want to put you
on a hill and light a big sign up on fire that points
to what happened between us, people read but they don't actually
