I grew up with skyscrapers, loud noise, and strays running around
I know the lines of subways, the scent is familiar to me
But I’m over it
I’m over the scene, the hipsters, and the misery of things
I’m done with frapps on busy corners,
Mr. Taxi, yellow means yield
I’m ready to go
The world is getting warmer, as if it’s urging me to get going
Nothing’s new here, it’s all the same to me
And I’m done with the usual
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