Chicago and me. It's all fireworks and things I never believed in. My heart beats outside of my chest when I think of our collision, and the way she said, "I've come to bust you out."
For some reason my wounds don't bleed out, they just bruise. I listen for you in the thunder, like a hidden track on my favorite album. You are my overhang in the storm.
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