What's done in the dark always comes to the light
So play nice, speak sweet, don't you pick a fight
I'm waiting you out and you're still staring me down
You said I was your queen so why did you give her my crown
Swaying on the Brooklyn bridge and I feel nothing but the whiskey
Close my eyes and it's back to you kissing me
Head under water, I'm drowning in your memory
Street lights, bar fights, this is the end of our chemistry
I think of you but I feel like seventies
Discos, smokes, Woodstock and the rest of me
I taste you in the air, breathe your soul in the sky
Hot nights, Brooklyn fights, American lies
You said it all so possible, I could be, I could see
Anything and everything with you
You promised the road, the journey and all of you
I'm still waiting by the same gas stop
Hoping that on your way, you come pick me up
But babe I've got a new song
I play it in the bars with the mic on
Everyone that's swaying with the whiskey
Listen to me when I sing about the way you kissed me
And they clap because they feel what I feel
Spotlights, put my name in bright lights, play my reel
I think of you but I feel like seventies
Discos, smokes, Woodstock and the rest of me
I taste you in the air, breathe your soul in the sky
Hot nights, Brooklyn fights, American lies.
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
