The City - Matt McAndrew

The city is quick, some parts are cruel

And pretty people walk all around my school

The city looks like New York did in '63

Every sight I see is like a fairytale to me

The city wouldn’t lock my mama’s home

Even when it rains I sit alone

And I try to write myself a proper poem

But when the city gets on there’ll be

Plenty of places to

The city’s scared, the city’s white

At night they shine these swirlin' lights

The city is black and sometimes it gets blue

But the city just keeps on goin' so I’ll keep on too

The city told maybe go find a friend

And watch the way that our colors blend

To bid goodbye to the past though it’s not the end

But the city don’t care if I ever see you again