The City In Me

With her head on her pillow and her pain tucked under the sheets Music playing softly without a steady beat The TV flickers flames of color; it ignites the room A black and white face, the colors escape, her heartache She ran away, so far away That t

I want to make this concrete I want to make this firm I want to decide something But I'm scared of what I'll learn I don't know that I've been the best boss of myself I might as well get out of town or hire someone else How do we know when it's all g