I miss the cities that inspire me
Because every late night, drunk fight fucking wired me
You couldn't be higher than me
But then there comes a time
When you choose to breathe
Not be 6 feet underneath
Thats a different kind of peace
Sounds kind of nice to me
Oooooooooo
I miss the people I met only once
Acting like kids dressed up gone out has it been years or months
I guess they had a hunch
That we were from the same tree fallen leaves about to be raked up
Do you remember me
That one time in LA so messed up I passed out on the street
Sounds kinda nice to me
My life was so much better with nothing to lose
It makes decisions easy when you pick or choose
Whatever's in this moment wont be held onto
Including you
I miss the cities that inspire me
Because every late night, drunk fight fucking wired me
You couldn't be higher than me