His eyes remind me of a summers day
Cliche, I know, but his lips numb my brain
They’re red like strawberries,
The ones we used to pick
Before you moved to the city
And found some new chick
Now you work like a machine
Suit is stiff, your armour’s clean
New York pumps out faceless bots
Your CPU can run non-stop
Your battery’s at peak electromotive force
Your dreams are saved up in a cloud source
I...