bright lights and cityscapes, white lies and cavalcades

[notahawkingbird]

Hold my breath and I'll count to ten
I'm the paper and you're the pen
You fill me in and you are permanent
And you'll leave me to dry

Shield your eyes from the truth at hand
Tell me why it'll be good again
All those demons are closing in
And I don't want you to burn

You are carbon and I am flame
I will rise and you will remain


( The city lights are beautiful, but it's in the shadows where you find her. )