bright lights burning out
this train only stops at the major cities
take a picture while there’s still time
this heart opens when the bar closes
all is visible inside your room
what happened today won’t happen tomorrow
is this that arc they all talk about
two down but still one up on you
words that cut like fake glass
old photos in a forgotten drawer
frozen rails may slow us down, but
we don’t need a bridge to cross these waters
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