I want you to fit into the cityscape
It's about me, putting you into that one shoebox
that I chance upon
And fall in love in (with)
And it's about the silence of the; shhhhhh
- first blackout
The scrambling
to find the one, stupid novelty candle
And the relief to find you there
Holding up your phone
we all can be idiots sometimes.
And it's about the something
remarkable about traffic
tripping on park trials the way
you stumble on words
I never thought penthouses would feel the same as rooftops
And it's about you and
It's about me
lingering like police headlights
On the silver that most people tell me is grey
