For a summer in New York,
How could it be already a year since?
I'm feeling nostalgic and so I am here recreating what that first summer,
what last summer felt like,
Heat too hot to think,
An excitement of a new place,
A city burning underneath my fire escape
It looks grimey but there's no other place right now in the world id rather be than to be as lonely as the last cigarette
With cheap white wine and a book
Thinking of you...
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