dancing in a midnight street.
smoke my only friend, music causing my naivety.
neighbors see me like a fool, i live unending anxiety.
i don’t see the source, oh god this is a war.
i won’t complain tho. i’ve grown to adore my lonely ventures.
there’s a beauty in my torturous pleasure, so don’t chase me down, i know ya wouldn’t anyway.
so all i sing is hey, ayy, if you wanna love me, call me, pull me from the death i love.