Are You Sleeping Alone Tonight? Because The District Sure Does

Screaming at the top of my lungs
Asking, “where i am?”. I hear myself clearly.
That should be a good start
For every part that I’ve done recently.

I wish for some ripple effects.
For all I know, even if it’s impossible
In this concrete jungle, dreamt of being Barcelona
Where no water flows.

Although I hear things trickling down the pipe
There must be something that got winded up
Oh, it’s just the keys of yours
That has been hanging down on my neck

Wringing
To forever and more.