The City In The Air Poem by Not A Dream Choice

And the I said
Come on, the city is in the air...
Come on these lights are everywhere
Dont come home tonight, come with me..

Every party ends too soon
Just some hours is not enough to make it fun
And no one care about what you see
No one care about what you hear

This is the favorite part of your mind
Your favorite sense at last making some sense
You smoke, and so does your soul
But theres no heat in that...

Suicide, just another color here
Satisfaction, your soul must break free...
All the time, beside the line, here between
Before you swear...just hear

Tears falls...without reason
Every smile...without reason
And you say its allright
But seriously I say
Cant you feel the atmosphere?