(don't) care

leave/sleep

(Heart.)

i keep leaving all these cities
but no one seem to care
try to find people i’ll  fit in with
but no ones ever there
and so i sing to the piano cause i'm scared
i guess i sing to the piano when i'm scared

 I never really got used to the sounds of the city
The streetlights hums the rhythm but they dont look pretty
and the monotone exhaust leaves us blinded
then we go back to the pockets of the city where we keep on  hiding

we’d rather stay inside 
than go out and fight the day
and if it comes to a fight or flight situation
i hope you know that i wont stay

and ill save those little made up moments
we would have had if we stayed
i play them back in my head
but everyones gone
and its too late   

we belong in the pockets of the city
it looks so pretty from up here

Pockets of the City

I made everything myself. Don't really know what style of music I make, I just do things that feel right to me when I am recording it.

sanna