This city is a graveyard Ribcage made of broken bones wounds and bruises, glass and stones. My jealousy on your passenger side i wish it died, i hope he dies.
I can't forget your scars, from when you crashed your car at 100 miles an hour against that wall. you're the only one that makes me forget that we will die too.
This city is a graveyard and i'm whispering dreams into the dead but they don't see me, i see you shining to me like a candle light a ray of light and i'm sure we will die too.