Sometimes I stand on the roof at night, and watch as something seems to happen somewhere else. I feel like the breeze could pick me up and carry me away. Out and over the iridescent grid, up and away from the bar fights and neon lights, and out and away from everything that makes me what I am.🏁
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Sometimes I stand on the roof at night, and watch as something seems to happen somewhere else. I feel like the breeze could pick me up and carry me away. Out and over the iridescent grid, up and away from the bar fights and neon lights, and out and away from everything that makes me what I am.🏁