Light A Match To Leave Me Be

Nobody ever tells about the one that got away. So I'm flying to the city that knows me by name and all of the bad things that I do. Busted lips resurface with cold hearts so be prepared for Monday morning. In the meantime realize that Summer is on her last leg, and that you're sleeping with a fan on high.

My NYC princess. I've come so far to be with you. Focused on empty stomachs from Botin's in Madrid. I hope the food is half as good as you and Hemingway have promised.

The night is filled with lightning... yet there isn't any precipitation. Like my eyes are supposed to provide the downfall. To fill this lake and call it even. Droughts are just heavens own doubts. Not for my shoulders to carry. This thunder can't keep me from taking off. She's the only one that speaks with a gentle voice.