Tonight, it feels like this city has a secret club,
and everyone is apart of it.
(even my sleeping roommates)
There are no cars,
empty streets, empty sidewalks.
(even the streetlights flicker)
This secret club is full of dead members,
are these your bones, your flesh.
(even your bed cries out)
I want to spy on your life.
I want to be a beauty mark in a sea of bedsheets
(even if a heart's history forgets)
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