We were climbing through windowsills
And two thirty at night.
We were silent steps to protect us from our silent screams
We fell in love with the streets, these buildings, and all the lights.
We were dirty nails and high heels.
We were sneers, stares, and attitudes
We were morning air burning our lungs
Because the first thing we wanted was a cigarette
We were wildfires on our tongues because we ha just one too many secrets.
We were ashes under our bed sheets, we don't remember what we did last night
But we were alcohol breath
And dance ing the the rhythm of heart beats
We were sleeping in
Almost all day
We were Quite departures
We were careful of the bridges between us.
We were long hard weeks
And tired nights
And We were ready for more
