Escapism II

We mapped ourselves out and
Now all I have is
Transatlantic dreams of you
I laugh inbetween emotional iceages
And that we both hate this city

I copped those last heartbeats
in a selected attempt to
stumble out of that bar
trippin to the beat of my highheels
creating a euphony of
young, wasted
adolescent love

I am a prolonged suicide of substances
left on the pavement

for you