Hey city slicker. I saw you walking through the door, you're looking smoking like the world is yours. You got black boots on and your head untamed. I feel the lust and love flowing through your veins.

I like to feel pretty and I like to feel cool. I walk in the moment, I own it, I want it, I got nothing to lose. Summertime is shining, a bold new look and repeating lines you read in a book. Sitting in a park and watching sunsets. Your kisses taste like alcohol and cigarettes.

I feel good, I look good, I'm feeling the way I should.

Don't mistake my silence for complacency. I know it's not easy for you to see but listening is more important to me than talking to you aimlessly. I get tired of cheap internet excerpts spewed by a bunch of armchair experts. I mean you don't know everything so it's alright to not say anything.