Party of one or Astor Place In the car I pass the ground my mom walked doing something that would mean something while I take up air on a world that’s crumbling do you have all your bags have you settled your tabs is the fear inside you innate or is it from the past why can’t you balance the imbalance and this time make it last I’m ready to go out on a Monday I don’t have to sleep I can take myself out and be a lover with no needs what if I never go home what if the best party is in my dreams the world hates my face no – that could never be how can I say that when it loves and leaves no trace what I’m scared of is something I can’t escape that a perfect love couldn't deserve my claim everything is made of angles and not the angels like my name my party is forever in the elevator up I sing I didn’t recognize the part of the city I was in but if I love myself then I have everything
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