night lights on branches and gourmet park benches where the prettiest sight is a cigarette kiss- the faintest hint of one style my life was imagined, and the first i've felt in the longest time. i sat on the bus next to a nafa/lasalle student yesterday and i breathed her in to reminisce european dreams (there we go my history in a summary, dead desires never tasted but still thought of like pretense).. but today i am back to being another one of structure's clones.
faster than the speed of light
i'm holding on, i'm holding tight
cause stars are gonna crash into this place
and it's caught wide screen so we don't miss a thing
now i'm standing clear, cause all i've waited for is
...closing in
