Chicago keeps burning my tongue
Scrubbing the floor that has no sentiments for us
U know we all break the same and all
Why did it take this long
I will follow until we die well under
Catch my breath with your eyes
Now that has knocked me
No course of disaster turning everything to gold
I'm not crazy for heading to a three story high balanced nightmare
Keep calling me at 2 am
When everything is still
Steal what hangs from both sides
I'll come when critical events haven't turn us blind
I have every word in a line
Waiting oh waiting for pure to be lost
Cleaning the evidence of another night
Counting the hours for the moments to falter
Tell me how it goes
Shaking away the robbers that have long knifes
Alternate your apologies
retro spectacle hand shakes Followed by a heart tug
Blinking the windows that get in our eyes
How can u say no to that ?
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