Smoke Between the Neon

The street lights drip black gold through dirty glass;

I move in slow motion where the shadowed cars pass;

Rain rot secrets on the empty curb;

And every quiet heartbeat feels blurred;

I wear the night like a second skin;

Let the cool black silence pull me in;

No one calls my name, no one knows my trace;

Just a half-lit ghost in a half-lit place;

Smoke between a neon falling through the blue;

Lost inside the rhythm that forgets me too;

I keep my breath low,

I keep my eyes on dark;

Drifting where the sirens leave their spark;

Smoke between the neon, moving like a bruise;

Nothing left to hold but these midnight hues;

Trampolines on the corner wind;

Like a secret I could never quite defend;

Roads hum softly in the broken rain;

Telling me the hurt can't spell your name;

I wear the night like a second skin;

Let the cool black silence pull me in;

No one calls my name, no one knows my trace;

Just a half-lit ghost in a half-lit place;

Smoke that's swimming me up, falling through the blue;

Lost inside the rhythm that forgets me too;

I keep my breath low,

I keep my eyes on dark;

Drifting where the sightings leave their spark;

Smoke between the neon, moving like a bruise;

Nothing left to hold but these midnight hues;

If I dissolve, let the streetlights keep me;

Folded in a static where the night can't see me;

I was made of echo,

I was made of rain;

Soft as a secret and hard as paint;

Smoked between the neon, silent to the blue;

Lost inside the rhythm that forgets me too;

I keep my breath low,

I keep my eyes on dark;

Drifting where the stars leave their spark;

Stuck between the neon, moving like a bruise;

Nothing left to hold but these midnight hues;

Let the vinyl crackle, let the alleys sing;

I was never there, just a fading thing;

Smoke in the neon, gone before dawn;