I’m hitting the pavement harder than it’s ever been hit before.
And if it means I have to leave you behind, I will.
My lips are cracked, and our energy and chemistry aren’t cooling the earth down.
I’m not settling for a summer spent arguing about whether I’m the one.
I am.
I’ve tattooed my mind with the people who love me.
Your name’s already faded away.
I still haven’t unpacked.
You still haven’t fixed the light bulb in my hallway.
It’s all so fleeting.
So fleeting, so for now, I’ll settle for something I can’t put into words, (I’m a city girl.)
while I wait for something to feel like home. (New York is perfect for me.)
But, right now, I don’t need balloons or water towers.
I have you.
You have let go of me
I have to go.
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