These moments I try to hold my breath

And close my eyes to see

How a memory is made.

Smoking cigarettes

And talking about lies,

And how the city life becomes us.

Second nature to feel home forgot where I come from

I wouldn’t change it;

I wouldn’t blame it

Roll over

Exhale stories

Of our chemistry defined

CHORUS: The negative of this snapshot is I can’t hold on.

 So fragile I try to satisfy

And fake a battle cry to be

The queen of your world

Always folded in

The city never sleeps

The foggy night becomes us

Thick and twisted I feel right inside the marrow of your

Your little story here

A little girl here

3^rd row back at attention

When histories collide. 

CHORUS

© Alden Schell