Under neon stars, there’s something about this place and living under neon lights that has me saying that I never knew, and I want to go but I won’t go. My dreams are in a video. That’s made me love all over again.
The one to call me home has gotta be peace a fantasy far past concrete to something warm. To some power is guns to some self control but either way it’ll swallow us up. And we’ll be healed.