i miss the way your words excite me
the sound of your voice, the nice one
the pedestal I sat you on
caught fire
i hope I didn't burn you
but really it's only fair
i know i should write more
and that's why I miss NY
the subway inspires great things
and numbs them all the same
i know you'll never die
maybe we will see you on the beach next to ours
where I sit wondering if too little is too late
disturbia,
the word that reminds me of you
and this beat is stuck
in the depths of my spine
because I will never remember
the first song we danced to...
